The UNCG School of Music has been recognized for years as one of the elite
music institutions in the United States. Fully accredited by the National
Association of Schools of Music since 1938, the School offers the only
comprehensive music program from undergraduate through doctoral study in
both performance and music education in North Carolina. From a total
population of approximately 14,000 university students, the UNCG School of
Music serves nearly 600 music majors with a full-time faculty and staff of more
than sixty. As such, the UNCG School of Music ranks among the largest
Schools of Music in the South.
The UNCG School of Music now occupies a new 26 million dollar music building
which is among the finest music facilities in the nation. In fact, the new music
building is the second-largest academic building on the UNCG Campus. A large
music library with state-of-the-art playback, study and research facilities houses
all music reference materials. Greatly expanded classroom, studio, practice
room, and rehearsal hall spaces are key components of the new structure. Two
new recital halls, a large computer lab, a psychoacoustics lab, electronic music
labs, and recording studio space are additional features of the new facility. In
addition, an enclosed multi-level parking deck is adjacent to the new music
building to serve students, faculty and concert patrons.
Living in the artistically thriving Greensboro—Winston-Salem—High Point “Triad”
area, students enjoy regular opportunities to attend and perform in concerts
sponsored by such organizations as the Greensboro Symphony Orchestra, the
Greensboro Opera Company, and the Eastern Music Festival. In addition,
UNCG students interact first-hand with some of the world’s major artists who
frequently schedule informal discussions, open rehearsals, and master classes
at UNCG.
Costs of attending public universities in North Carolina, both for in-state and out-of-
state students, represent a truly exceptional value in higher education.
For information regarding music as a major or minor field of study, please write:
Dr. John J. Deal, Dean
UNCG School of Music
P.O. Box 26167
Greensboro, North Carolina 27402-6167
(336) 334-5789
On the Web: www.uncg.edu/mus/
Bethany Hope Jennings
soprano
Ināra Zandmane, piano
Senior Recital
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
5:30 pm
Recital Hall, School of Music
Program
Das Veilchen Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
(1756-1791)
Sonntag Johannes Brahms
Vergebliches Standchen (1833-1897)
Mai Reynaldo Hahn
Fêtes galantes (1875-1947)
Vorrei poterti odiare Stefano Donaudy
O del mio amato ben (1879-1925)
Quando ti revedro
My Heart Belongs to Daddy from Leave it to Me Cole Porter
(1891-1964)
Shy from Once Upon a Mattress Mary Rodgers
In partial fulfillment of the degree requirements for the
Bachelor of Music in Music Education
_____
The hall is equipped with a listening assistance system.
Patrons needing such assistance should contact an usher in the lobby.
Stefano Donaudy:
Vorrei poterti odiare
I wish I could hate you,
But enslaved is my heart too much.
I recall all the many false promises,
The lengthy torments endured until now;
And yet I again cover your lips with kisses,
I press you to my heart which has suffered so much
Which bleeds and asks pity for its sorrow.
I wish I could hate you,
But enslaved is my heart too much.
O del mio amato ben
Oh lost enchantment of my dearly beloved!
Far from my sight is
The one who was glory and pride for me!
Now throughout the silent rooms
I seek him always and call out
With my heart full of hopes…
But I seek in vain, I call out in vain!
And weeping is so dear to me
That with weeping only do I nourish my heart.
Without him, every place seems sad to me.
The day seems like night to me;
Fire seems ice-cold to me.
Even though at times I hope
To devote myself to another concern,
A single thought torments me:
But without him, what will I do?
Life thus seems to me a futile thing
Without my beloved.
Quando ti revedro
When will I see you again,
Unfaithful lover who was so dear to me?
So many tears have I wept
That now someone else separates us,
That I fear every joy is gone
Forever from my life.
And yet the more I despair,
The more I go back to hoping.
The more I despise you in my thoughts,
Still more my soul turns to loving you again.
When will I see you again,
Unfaithful lover who was dear to me like that?
Soon will they freeze my heart,
Then will my love depart,
Let me in, dear child!
Let me in,
Let me in,
Let me in, dear child!
If it must go, let the love be gone,
Let thy love be gone!
That it should go were best,
Go home to bed, to rest,
So goodnight my lad!
So goodnight,
So goodnight,
So goodnight, my lad!
Reynaldo Hahn:
Mai
It is a month, dear exiled one,
Since you went away, far from my sight,
And I have watched the lilacs bloom
With my sorrow unassuaged.
Alone, I avoid these lovely clear skies,
Whose blazing rays trouble me,
For the misery of the exile is deepened
By the splendor of life reborn.
In vain the sun has smiled;
I close my door to the spring,
And I wish only that one should bring me
A lilac branch in bloom!
For Love, which fills my heart to overflowing
Finds among its sorrows
Your gaze in the midst of those dear flowers,
And in their fragrance your sweet breath!
Fêtes galantes
The serenading swains
And the lovely ladies listening
Exchange insipid remarks
Under the singing boughs.
There is Tircis and there is Aminta,
And there the eternal Clitander,
And this is Damis, who for many cruel ladies
Fashions many tender verses.
Their short silken vests,
Their long dresses with trains,
Their elegance, their joy,
And their soft blue shadows
Whirl madly in the ecstasy
Of a moon rose and gray,
And the mandoline thrills
Amidst the quivering of the wind.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:
Das Veilchen
A violet in a meadow green had droop’d its head and grew unseen
It was a charming little violet.
There came a little shepherdess with step so light, with face so bright;
She wandered thro’ the meadow green and sang.
“Ah!” thought the violet, “would that I had beauty rare beyond compare
perhaps for one brief moment;
then let the dear one gather me and press me to her tenderly.,
Ah yes, ah yes for one brief moment sweet.”
Ah, but alas! The maiden came and seeing not the violet sweet
she trod on that poor flower. It withered and died but still rejoiced:
“Though death may come, yet death will come through her, through her my own beloved.”
Poor little violet! It was a charming violet.
Johannes Brahms:
Sonntag
This whole week, I have not
Seen my dear sweetheart.
I saw her on Sunday,
Standing in front of the door:
That thousand-times beautiful one,
That thousand-times beautiful heart,
Would, God, I were with him today!
This whole week, my laughing
Has not ceased;
I saw him on Sunday,
Going to church:
That thousand-times beautiful one,
That thousand-times beautiful heart,
Would, God, I were with him today!
Vergebliches Standchen
Good evening, my sweet, and good evening, my dear!
Ah, good evening, my dear!
I come for love of thee, So lift the latch for me,
Pri-thee, lift the latch;
Lift the latch
Lift the latch
Lift the latch for me!
My door it is bolted,
I’ll not let thee in.
I’ll not let thee in!
Mother she spoke the truth,
Shouldst thou come in,
For soon, all were o’er with me!
O’er with me,
O’er with me,
All were o’er with me!
The night is so cold, the wind is so wild,
The wind is so wild.
Soon will they freeze my heart,
Then will my love depart,
Let me in, dear child!
Let me in,
Let me in,
Let me in, dear child!
If it must go, let the love be gone,
Let thy love be gone!
That it should go were best,
Go home to bed, to rest,
So goodnight my lad!
So goodnight,
So goodnight,
So goodnight, my lad!
Reynaldo Hahn:
Mai
It is a month, dear exiled one,
Since you went away, far from my sight,
And I have watched the lilacs bloom
With my sorrow unassuaged.
Alone, I avoid these lovely clear skies,
Whose blazing rays trouble me,
For the misery of the exile is deepened
By the splendor of life reborn.
In vain the sun has smiled;
I close my door to the spring,
And I wish only that one should bring me
A lilac branch in bloom!
For Love, which fills my heart to overflowing
Finds among its sorrows
Your gaze in the midst of those dear flowers,
And in their fragrance your sweet breath!
Fêtes galantes
The serenading swains
And the lovely ladies listening
Exchange insipid remarks
Under the singing boughs.
There is Tircis and there is Aminta,
And there the eternal Clitander,
And this is Damis, who for many cruel ladies
Fashions many tender verses.
Their short silken vests,
Their long dresses with trains,
Their elegance, their joy,
And their soft blue shadows
Whirl madly in the ecstasy
Of a moon rose and gray,
And the mandoline thrills
Amidst the quivering of the wind.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:
Das Veilchen
A violet in a meadow green had droop’d its head and grew unseen
It was a charming little violet.
There came a little shepherdess with step so light, with face so bright;
She wandered thro’ the meadow green and sang.
“Ah!” thought the violet, “would that I had beauty rare beyond compare
perhaps for one brief moment;
then let the dear one gather me and press me to her tenderly.,
Ah yes, ah yes for one brief moment sweet.”
Ah, but alas! The maiden came and seeing not the violet sweet
she trod on that poor flower. It withered and died but still rejoiced:
“Though death may come, yet death will come through her, through her my own beloved.”
Poor little violet! It was a charming violet.
Johannes Brahms:
Sonntag
This whole week, I have not
Seen my dear sweetheart.
I saw her on Sunday,
Standing in front of the door:
That thousand-times beautiful one,
That thousand-times beautiful heart,
Would, God, I were with him today!
This whole week, my laughing
Has not ceased;
I saw him on Sunday,
Going to church:
That thousand-times beautiful one,
That thousand-times beautiful heart,
Would, God, I were with him today!
Vergebliches Standchen
Good evening, my sweet, and good evening, my dear!
Ah, good evening, my dear!
I come for love of thee, So lift the latch for me,
Pri-thee, lift the latch;
Lift the latch
Lift the latch
Lift the latch for me!
My door it is bolted,
I’ll not let thee in.
I’ll not let thee in!
Mother she spoke the truth,
Shouldst thou come in,
For soon, all were o’er with me!
O’er with me,
O’er with me,
All were o’er with me!
The night is so cold, the wind is so wild,
The wind is so wild.
Bethany Hope Jennings
soprano
Ināra Zandmane, piano
Senior Recital
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
5:30 pm
Recital Hall, School of Music
Program
Das Veilchen Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
(1756-1791)
Sonntag Johannes Brahms
Vergebliches Standchen (1833-1897)
Mai Reynaldo Hahn
Fêtes galantes (1875-1947)
Vorrei poterti odiare Stefano Donaudy
O del mio amato ben (1879-1925)
Quando ti revedro
Shy from Once Upon a Mattress Mary Rodgers
My Heart Belongs to Daddy from Leave it to Me Cole Porter
(1891-1964)
In partial fulfillment of the degree requirements for the
Bachelor of Music in Music Education
_____
The hall is equipped with a listening assistance system.
Patrons needing such assistance should contact an usher in the lobby.
