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MARY LEE COOKE
Soprano
WILLIAM GOUGE
Piano and Harpsichord
assisted by
Shanna Swaringen, violin
J. Alexandra Johnston, violoncello
Graduate Recital
Saturday, May 4, 2002
7:30 p.m.
Recital Hall, School of Music
Program
Le Passage de la Mer Rouge Elizabeth Jacquet de la Guerre
Prélude (c.1661-1729)
Israël dont le ciel
Ingrats, que vos plaintes finissent
Ritournelle
Moïse donne l'ordre a ses flots en courroux
Le trouble et l'horreur régnent dans son âme
Bruit de Guerre
La Mer, pour engloutir son armée insensée
Peuple chantez la main puissante
Almen se non poss'io Vincenzo Bellini
Per pietà, bell'idol mio (1801-1835)
Ma rendi pur contento
Das Blümlein Pauline Viardot Garcia
Auf Grusien's Hügeln (1821-1910)
Die Beschwörung
intermission
Three Songs, Op. 60 Edward MacDowell
Tyrant Love (1860-1908)
Fair Springtide
To the Goldenrod
Alice: A Cabaret Seymour Barab
Prologue (b. 1921)
Mock-turtle
Mouse
Humpty Dumpty
Alice
Chorus
White Rabbit
Epilogue
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If I or she should chance to be involved in this affair,
he trusts to you to set them free exactly as we were.
My notion was that you had been (before she had this fit)
an obstacle that came between him, and ourselves, and it.
Don't let him know she liked him best, for this must ever be
a secret, kept from all the rest, between yourself and me.
Epilogue:
A boat beneath a sunny sky lingering onward dreamily
in an evening of July...Children three that nestle near,
eager eye and willing ear, pleased a simple tale to hear...
Long has paled that sunny sky: echoes fade and memories die:
autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear, eager eye and willing ear,
lovingly shall nestle near. In a wonderland they lie,
dreaming as the days go by, dreaming as the summers die:
ever drifting down the stream...lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
argued each case with my wife; and the muscular strength, which it
gave to my jaw will last me the rest of my life." "You are old,"
said the youth, "one would hardly suppose that your eyes were as
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argued each case with my wife; and the muscular strength, which it
gave to my jaw will last me the rest of my life." "You are old,"
said the youth, "one would hardly suppose that your eyes were as
steady as ever; yet you balanced an eel on the end of you nose...
what made you so awfully clever?" "I have answered three questions
and that is enough," said his father, "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off or I kick
you downstairs!"
Chorus:
At this moment the door was flung open and a shrill voice was heard
singing..."To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said, 'I've
a scepter hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass
creatures, whatever they be, come dine with the Red Queen, the
White Queen and me!'"
And hundreds of voices joined in the chorus:
"Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can and sprinkle the table
with buttons and bran: put cats in the coffee and mice in the tea...
and welcome Queen Alice with thirty times three!"
There followed a confused noise of cheering, and Alice thought to
herself, "Thirty times three makes ninety. I wonder if anyone's counting?"
In a minute there was silence again and the same shrill voice sang
another verse:
"O Looking-Glass creatures,' quoth Alice, 'draw near! "’Tis an
honor to see me, a favour to hear: 'Tis a privilege high to have
dinner and tea along with the Red Queen, the White Queen and me!'"
Then came the chorus again:
"Then fill up the glasses with treacle and ink, or anything else
that is pleasant to drink: mix sand with the cider and wool with
the wine...and welcome Queen Alice with ninety times nine!"
White Rabbit:
The White Rabbit put on his spectacles.
"Where shall I begin please, Your Majesty?" he asked.
"Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely,
"and go on till you come to the end: then stop."
There was dead silence in the court, whilst the White Rabbit
read out these verses:
"They told me you had been to her, and mentioned me to him;
she gave me a good character but said I could not swim.
He sent them word I had not gone (we knew it to be true):
if she should push the matter on, what will become of you?
I gave her one, they gave him two, you gave us three or more;
they all returned from him to you, though they were mine before.
Elizabeth Jacquet de la Guerre:
The Crossing of the Red Sea
recitative: Israel for whom Heaven wanted to break the
bondage
Fled far from the sad servitude of the tyrant
But upon looking at the sea he feels
His uncertainty revive.
Moses already hears some new murmurings;
Did you have to lead us to these frightful depths?
And Egypt for her victims had she lacked tombs?
air: Ungrateful ones, if only your complaints would cease,
Take again a sweeter hope;
There is a supreme power whom the waves obey.
He arms himself for your aid,
The parting waters are going to teach you
That the hand that rules their course
Has the power to stop them.
recitative: Moses gives the order to the angry waters:
They calm themselves, they separate
To Israel's surprise they open and prepare
An immense coffin for the jealous tyrants.
Heaven! What a wonder! What a spectacle!
One saw in the heart of the sea the floating banners,
The waves which he thought an obstacle
Part themselves, raise up and serve as ramparts.
What will the tyrant do as a witness of this miracle?
air: The trouble and the horror reign in the soul,
The blind fury irritates it and inflames it,
He dares to attempt the same path,
But in vain his rage tries to flatter itself;
Can he avoid the cruel shipwreck
That is going to stop him?
recitative: The sea, in order to engulf his senseless army,
Has brought together the avenging waters,
And showing it floating in the distance, scattered,
Satisfied the conquerors with the debris of the defeated.
air: People, sing of the powerful hand that for you controls
With the blasting trumpet.
May the noise mingle with your own interests
And let the songs resound of your triumphant flight.
Vincenzo Bellini:
Almen se non poss'io
At least if I cannot follow my well beloved,
Affections of my heart, follow him for me.
Already always near him affections of love,
Gather around and hold him.
And this is not an unusual path for you.
Per pietà, bell'idol mio
Have pity, my beautiful idol,
Do not say that I am ungrateful;
Heaven makes me unhappy and unlucky enough.
If I am faithful to you,
If I consume myself with your beautiful eyes,
You know it, love, the gods know it,
My heart knows it, your heart knows it.
Ma rendi pur contento
Ah make the heart of my beautiful one still content
And you I will forgive, love, of you don't make me happy.
Your sighs I fear more than my sighs,
Because I live more in you, than in myself.
Pauline Viardot Garcia:
Das Blümlein (The Little Flower) -Pushkin
I see a little flower lying in the book,
forgotten, scentless and faded;
thoughts strangely come to me,
like a glance into the soul.
Where did it bloom? When and how long?
Who picked it? Why so moved?
In what spring, on what hillside?
Why was it laid here?
As an emblem of a pleasing memento?
As a token of a sorrowful parting?
or of the blessed passing
into the dark wood, into the still valley?
Does he still live? Is she still living today?
Where do they tarry through this time?
Or are they death's booty,
withered as this flower is?
this song: In autumn, when the leaves are brown, take pen and ink
and write it down." "I will, if I can remember it that long,"
said Alice. "You needn't go on making remarks like that," Humpty
Dumpty said: "they're not sensible and they put me out."
"I sent a message to the fish: I told them 'This is what I wish.'
The little fishes of the sea, they sent an answer back to me.
The little fishes' answer was, 'We cannot to it, sir, because..'"
"I'm afraid I don't understand," said Alice. "It gets easier
further on," Humpty Dumpty replied.
"I sent to them again to say 'It would be better to obey.'
The fishes answered with a grin, 'Why, what a temper you are in!'
I told them once, I told them twice: they would not listen to advice.
I took a kettle, large and new, fit for the deed I had to do.
My heart went hop, my heart went thump: I filled the kettle at the pump.
Then someone came to me and said, 'The little fishes are in bed.'
I said to him, I said it plain, 'Then you must wake them up again.'
I said it very loud and clear: I went amd shouted in his ear."
Humpty raised his voice almost to a scream as he recited this verse,
and Alice thought, with a shudder, "I wouldn't have been that
messenger for ANYTHING." "But he was very stiff and proud: he said,
'You needn't shout so loud!' And he was very proud and stiff: he said,
'I'd go and wake them if...' I took a corkscrew from the shelf: I went
to wake them up myself. And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked. And when I found the
door was shut, I tried to turn the handle but..."
There was a long pause. "Is that all?" Alice timidly asked.
"That's all," said Humpty Dumpty. "Goodbye."
Alice:
"Recite 'You are old, Father William,'" said the Caterpillar.
Alice folded her hands and began...
"You are old, Father William," the young man said, "and your hair
has become very white; and yet, you incessantly stand on your head...
do you think, at your age, that is right?" "in my youth," Father
William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain;
but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, why I do it again and
again." "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
and have grown most uncommonly fat; yet you turned a back-somersault
in at the door...pray what is the reason for that? "In my youth,"
said the sage as he shook his gray locks, "I kept all my limbs very
supple by the use of this ointment...one shilling the box...allow
me to sell you a couple?" "You are old," said the youth, "and your
jaws are too weak for anything tougher than suet; yet you finished
the goose with the bones and the beak...pray how do you manage to
do it?" "In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law and
but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not,
would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not,
could not join the dance.
"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied,
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England, the nearer is to France...
then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you,
will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you,
won't you join the dance?
Mouse:
"Mine IS a long and sad tail!" said the mouse, turnig to Alice and sighing.
"It IS a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with
wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?"
And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking.
"Fury said to a mouse that he met in the house,
'Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you!
Come, I'll take no denial: we must have the trial;
for really this morning I've nothing to do.'
Said the mouse to the cur, 'Such a trial, dear sir,
with no jury or judge would be wasting our breath.'
'I'll be judge, I'll be jury.' said cunning olf Fury:
'I'll try the whole case and condemn you to death.'"
Humpty Dumpty:
"As to poetry, you know," said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one
of his great hands, "I can recite poetry as well as other folks,
if it comes to that!" "Oh, it needn't come to that!" Alice hastily
said, hoping to keep him from beginning. "The piece that I am going to
recite", he went on without noticing her remark, "was written entirely
for your amusement." Alice felt that in that case she really ought
to listen to it; so she sat down and said, "Thank you" rather sadly.
"In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight..
only I don't SING it," he added as an explanation. "I SEE you don't,"
said Alice. "If you can see whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper
eyes than most," Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. Alice was silent.
"In spring, when woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what
I mean:" "Thank-you very much," said Alice.
"In summer, when the days are long, perhaps you'll understand
Auf Grusien's Hügeln (On Grusien's Hills) -Pushkin
On Grusien's hills the dense night still lies,
before me Aragva's waves foam.
I am so troubled and weak,
my sorrow is full of light,
my sorrow is full of sweet dreams.
of you, of you alone;
My dear sorrow rests now within me
without fear, immoveable.
Anew my heart flutters and yearns for love's ardor,
because it is impossible not to love him.
Die Beschwörung (The Entreaty) -Pushkin
Oh, if it is true, that in the night,
when all who live are lulled to sleep,
and only the moonlight's pale splendor
moves around the tombstones,
oh, if it true, that the dead leave
the graves empty,
I wait to embrace you.
Hear me, Leila! Come here! Come here!
Appear from your shadowy realm,
just as you were before our parting,
as in that cold winter's day,
your countenance disfigured with pain.
O come here, a distant star,
o come, a breath, a soft sound,
of in fearful beauty,
it is the same to me, come here, come here!
I do not call Leila here
to discover the secret of the grave,
nor to reproach
those who murdered my love,
nor, though oppressive doubts torture me...
No, only to say that loyally still my heart beats,
and still it beats....Come here! Come here!
Edward MacDowell:
Three Songs, Op. 60
T yrant Love
Where e're Love be, Tyrant he, Without merci;
Plead as thou may, Ah, me! He ne'er thy tears will see,
Ah me! Ah me!
Light wings hath he As any bee Let not him free,
For he alone, Ah me! He alone Can rule the kingdom he hath won,
Ah me! Where e're Love be, Tyrant he, Without merci,
But hold him close, ma mie, As bishop to his see,
For me, for me!
Fair Springtide
Fair Springtide cometh once again
Stirs the sap in lonely trees
To wake again the bitter joy of love
That mortal eye ne'er sees,
The bitter joy of love
Why waken those who sleep so sound
Why cause again the tears to flow.
Ah Springtide thou dost touch the quick of every creature here below.
Ah Springtide! Ah Springtide!
Why waken those who sleep so sound and cause the tears to flow.
Yet though the tears be bittersweet,
They come like soothing summer rain
And lo! the mournful desert heart
grows green with love-lorn pain again.
To the Golden Rod
A lissome maid with touseled hair
As soft as e'er a squirrel's vair,
With ne'er a care, All silky fair,
She sways to ev'ry wooing air.
She flaunts her golden gown with grace
And laughs in sturdy Autumn's face,
A ray of sunshine in the race
That ends with hoary winter's pace.
Within my heart O, maiden fair,
Old Winter's frown can ne'er efface
Thy wayward grace so debonair
Though princess of a nomad race.
Seymour Barab:
Alice: A Cabaret, verses of Lewis Carroll
Prologue:
Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet and I and thou
Are half a life asunder.
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
I have not seen thy sunny face nor heard thy silver laughter;
no thought of me shall find a place in thy young life's hereafter...
enough that now thou wilt not fail to listen to my fairy-tale.
A tale begun in other days, when summer suns were glowing,
a simple chime that served to rhyme the rhythm of our rowing-whose
echos live in memory yet, though envious years would say forget.
Come, hearken then ere voice of dread with bitter tidings laden,
shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.
Without, the frost, the blinding snow, the stormwind's moody madness-within,
the firelight's ruddy glow, and childhood's net of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast: thou shalt not heed the raving blast.
And, though the shadow of a sigh may tremble through the story,
for 'happy summer days' gone by, and vanished summer glory-it
shall not touch, with breath of bale, the pleasance of our story.
Mock-turtle:
So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice,
every now and then treading on her toes when they passed too close,
and waving their fore-paws to mark the time while the
Mock-turtle sang this, very slowly and sadly:
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail,
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle, will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
when they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!
But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!"
and gave a look askance...said he thanked the lobster kindly
MARY LEE COOKE
Soprano
WILLIAM GOUGE
Piano and Harpsichord
assisted by
Shanna Swaringen, violin
J. Alexandra Johnston, violoncello
Graduate Recital
Saturday, May 4, 2002
7:30 p.m.
Recital Hall, School of Music
Program
Le Passage de la Mer Rouge Elizabeth Jacquet de la Guerre
Prélude (c.1661-1729)
Israël dont le ciel
Ingrats, que vos plaintes finissent
Ritournelle
Moïse donne l'ordre a ses flots en courroux
Le trouble et l'horreur régnent dans son âme
Bruit de Guerre
La Mer, pour engloutir son armée insensée
Peuple chantez la main puissante
Almen se non poss'io Vincenzo Bellini
Per pietà, bell'idol mio (1801-1835)
Ma rendi pur contento
Das Blümlein Pauline Viardot Garcia
Auf Grusien's Hügeln (1821-1910)
Die Beschwörung
intermission
Three Songs, Op. 60 Edward MacDowell
Tyrant Love (1860-1908)
Fair Springtide
To the Goldenrod
Alice: A Cabaret Seymour Barab
Prologue (b. 1921)
Mock-turtle
Mouse
Humpty Dumpty
Alice
Chorus
White Rabbit
Epilogue
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Patrons needing such assistance should please see one of the ushers in the lobby.
