Maria Ivogun: soprano

              CARNEGIE HALL

SATURDAY AFTERNOON MARCH 7th, 1925
SONG RECITAL BY 
MARIA IVOGUN
 SOPRANO
MAX JAFFE at the Piano


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Management:  WOLFSOHN MUSICAL BUREAU, Inc.




STEINWAY PIANO USED





I

(a) ARIA FROM


SCHAUSPIELDIREKTOR Mozart




My dearest heart how sweet is it to hear your loving words and see in your kind eyes my home of happiness.


But, alas!  gloomy suffering could follow lucky days would then our love be strong enough to brave these sad torments.


Nothing is as sweet and charming as your heart my loving soul.  Full of purest love a-flaming, I give to thee my heart in trust.




(b) ARIA:  LA SERVA PADRONA



Pergolesi




Lassies!  Ye who know the whims of swains and still secretly covet the marriage ties,


Listen well to me!


You archly can catch them in your net.


Be capricious, yielding, stormy and caressing.


With one hand pet, with one hand scratch,


This is the way to catch.





II

(a) DA UNTEN IM THALE. Joh. Brahms



(Below Yonder Valley)




Below yonder valley


The waters run clear,


And I never can tell thee,


That I love thee dear,


Speak'st always of truth,


And speak'st always of love,


But a wee bit of falsehood


Lies ever above.


And if I must ten times say,


Fond is my heart,


And refuses to listen


I then must depart.


For the time I am thankful


When thou hast been kind,


And I wish thee that elsewhere


More love thou mayst find.




(b) MEINE LIEBE IST GRUN



Joh. Brahms




(My Love is Green)




My love is green as the alder-bush,


Like the sun so bright, is my treasure,


The sun that shines down on the alder-bush,


And fills it with perfume and pleasure.


My soul has the wings of the nightingale,


That swings in the alder in flower,


And dazed with its perfume in rapture sings


Her carols drunk with love's power.




—Henry G. Chapman.





(c) O MUTTER DU



Eduard Grieg




O mother thou, I do love thee,


What more can I say!


You hover o'er me, you protect me


Ever since my childhood days.


O mother thou, I do love thee,


What more can I say!





(d) HOFFNUNG



Eduard Grieg




(Hope)




To all the winds I would shout in rapture,


But who would know what a hope is mine?


Nay, rest unspoken, the bliss I capture;


My heart alone yet must be its shrine.


Ah, what a trembling and panting and blushing.


My heart is beating with wondrous might;


Like birds in springtime my thoughts are rushing,


With joy unbounded I watch their flight.


What strains of music my pulses sound me!


With angels' songs they my ear regale,


Remotest fancies draw close around me,


And lightly lifts e'en the future's veil.


Can I believe it?  Ah, dare I only,


What ray of hope in my soul doth shine!


Upon the darkness of life so lonely,


A star has broken, and it is mine,






III

(a) 
GAVOTTE




Jules Massenet




(From Manon)




An empress am I, in my way,


I conquer where'er I am seen.


None so great but homage must pay,


Of love I'm the absolute queen.


All things around me are gay;


My fancy alone I obey.


And when life has no joys for me to sip,


I'll say farewell, good friends, with laughter on my lip.


List to the voice of youth when it calleth,


It bids ye to love for aye, for aye, for aye!


And ere the pride of beauty falleth,


Love then while you may, while you may.


Profit then by the time of youth,


And do not stay to count the days,


Remember then this adage and be merry and gay always!


Profit then by the time of youth,


Remember well this adage and be m
e
rry and gay always!  Ah!  Ah!


The heart alas to love is e'er willing, and ever willing to forget, to forget, to forget,


So while its pulse is thrilling love ere its day hath set forevermore!


Profit then by the time of youth,


And do not stay to count the days,


Remember well this adage and be merry and gay always!


Profit then by the time of youth,


Remember well this adage and be merry and gay always!  Ah!  Ah!




(b) VILLANELLE



Eva Dell' Acqua




(The Peasant's Song)




I've seen the swallows pass by me


Cleaving the light clouds on high,


They spread their wings and are sailing,


Where the bright sun ne'er is failing.


Yes, t'wards those lands they are sailing


Where sunborn flow'rs ne'er are fading.


I've seen the swallows pass by.


I have follow'd with my eyes


Many swallows trav'ling eastward,


And my soul was wafted heav'nward


Following them with glad surprise Ah!  Ah!


To fair lands up in the sky.  Ah!


And my heavy heart was lighten'd,


Following them so far on high.


I've seen the swallows pass by me


Into space far up above me.


I've seen the swallows pass by me


Cleaving the light clouds on high;


They spread their wings and are sailing,


T'wards the bright rays never failing,


Yes, t'wards that land they are sailing


Where sunborn flow'rs ne'er are fading.


I've seen the swallows pass by me,


I've seen the swallows pass by.


I've seen the swallows pass by me!


Yes, the swallows pass by!  Ah!  the swallows!





IV

(a) THE RUSSIAN NIGHTINGALE



Werner Josten




Nightingale, nightingale, how can you sing


Your joyful song through the long dark night,


While I lie here on my lover's grave,


And in my heart there is no light!


Nightingale, nightingale, how can you sing


While children are dying for want of bread.


When Russia's heart has bled so long,


Her rivers are flowing red.


Nightingale, nightingale, why will you sing!


Is it a message of hope you would bring?


Yes, in man's heart there will ever be woe,


But the great world would die without song, you know.




(b) ROBERT OF LINCOLN



Werner Josten




Merrily swinging on brier and weed,


Near the nest of his little dame,


Over the mountainside or mead


Robert of Lincoln is telling his name;


Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,


Spink, spank, spink.


Snug and safe is that nest of ours,


Hidden among the summer's flow'rs,


Chee, chee, chee!


Modest and shy as a nun is she;


One weak chirp is her only note.



Braggart and prince of braggarts is he,


Pouring boasts from his little throat;


Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,


Spink, spank, spink.


Never was I afraid of man,


Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can!


Chee, chee, chee!


Summer wanes, the children are grown,


Fun and frolic no more he knows.


Robert of Lincoln, a hundrum crone,


Off he flies, and we sing as he goes:


Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,


Spink, spank, spink.


When you can pipe that merry old strain,


Robert of Lincoln, come back again!


Chee, chee, chee!





(c) THE TIME OF PARTING



Henry Hadley




Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet;


Let it not be a death but completeness;


Let love melt into memory and pain into songs


Let the flight thro' the sky end in the folding of wings o'er the nest.


Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flow'r of the night.


Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment,


And say your last words in silence.


I bow to you and hold up my lamp


To light you on your way.




—Rabindrath Tagore.





(d) RED, RED, ROSE Rawlins Cottenet



O my Luve's like the red, red rose,


That's newly sprung in June.


O my Luve's like the melody


That's sweetly played in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,


So deep in luve am I;


And I will luve thee still, my dear,


Till a' the seas gang dry.


Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,


And the rocks melt in the sun.


And I will luve thee still, my dear,


While the sands o' life shall run.


And fare thee well, my only luve,


And fare thee well a'while;


And I will come again, my luve,


Tho' twere ten thousand mile.





V

G'SCHICHTEN AUS DEM WIENERWALD



Joh. Strauss




(Tales of the Wienerwald)




When Spring his merry greeting sounds,


It lures us, lures us, all the day,


Far through the Wienerwald to stray.


The echoes far and wide are flung,


They charm the hearts of old and young,


And all with mirth resounds.


While so fair the heavens smile,


Cheering every heart the while,


Love and longing—sweet dreams thronging—


Wake each creature to beguile.


Now what drowsy delight—in the cool shadowy light,


To repose by some spring welling clear,


Plashing so gently near,


While love barters kiss for kiss,—


Ecstasy, fullest bliss!


Ah, haste not, ye moments dear!


Day with pleasures overflowing,


Hours with sunlight glowing,


Till descending—shadows blending—


Night sinks darkling, star-rays sparkling,


While throned on high the moon drifts by.


Ah, thou still, enchanted ray!


So Love's glance—like shining lance—


Shone once upon my way,


And since, with constant burning alway:


Yes, to this hour, so great thy power!




—English translation by Cecil Cowdrey