Senior Recital

Sean Wallace, baritone

with
Amanda Jones, piano
Saturday, April 7, 2022
Sheslow Auditorium in Old Main
7:30 p.m.

Bella siccome un angelo Gaetano Donizetti

from Don Pasquale (1797-1848)

Il core vi dono, bell' idolo mio W. A. Mozart

from Così fan tutte (1756-1791)
Delaney Schnathorst, soprano

Four Last Songs Ralph Vaughan Williams

Sleep (1872-1958)
Hands, Eyes, Heart
Amabel Gerald Finzi
(1901-1956)

When the Air Sings of Summer Gian Caro Menotti

from The Old Maid and the Thief (1911-2007)

Intermission

O du mein holder abendstern Richard Wagner

from Tannhäuser (1813-1883)

Am Feierabend Franz Schubert

Litenai (1797-1828)
Die Mainacht Johannes Brahms
(1833-1897)

Tanzlied des Perriot E. W. Korngold

from Die tote Stadt (1897-1957)
Sandra Paz Garcia, soprano
 About the Artist

Sean Wallace is a senior vocal performance major at Drake University studying

under Leanne Freeman-Miller. He is the vocal assistant, a member of the Fine
Arts Recording Staff, and participates in both the Student Music Advisory
Committee as well as the Friends of Drake Arts as a student participant. A
national NATS competition qualifier, he has recently been a part of DMMO's "The
Magic Flute" and Drake Opera Theatre's production of Le Nozze di Figaro as
Count Almaviva. Sean will have the fortune of attending University of Denver in
the Fall for his Master's Degree in Voice.

Amanda RM Jones, Teaching Artist of Piano, has been a professional pianist in

the Des Moines area since 2007. In addition to teaching through both Drake
University and the Community School of Music, she is also a collaborative pianist
for the Drake University voice department. In that role, she has had the
opportunity to engage in cultural exchanges with Minzu University in Beijing,
China. She traveled to Beijing as collaborative pianist for Drake voice students
in 2011, and accompanied Minzu University Professor Han Changmei (Soprano)
on her recital during her 2014 visit to Drake. Amanda has been the pianist for
Drake Opera Theatre for the past five opera seasons, and has also had the
pleasure of collaborating with the Musical Theatre department. She has been the
principle pianist for Drake University's productions of Sondheim's A Little Night
Music, Donizetti's Elixir of Love, Gilbert and Sullivan's The Mikado, Rorem's Our
Town, Mozart's Le Nozze di Figaro, as well as several opera scenes. Amanda
received a Bachelor of Music in Piano Performance from the Wheaton College
Conservatory of Music, under the instruction of Dr. Karin Redekopp Edwards.

In addition to this, she is a valued teacher, confidant, and friend. One would
struggle to find a better pianist. In many ways, her students accompany her as
she plays and are all better for having done so.

Delaney Schnathorst is a sophomore vocal performance major attending Drake

University and is a NATS finalist. She has recently been in DMMO's production
of "The Magic Flute" as well as Drake Opera's Le Nozze di Figaro as Marcelina.
Delaney is also a curator of high quality hugs which she dispenses to only those
who are worthy.

Sandra Paz-Garcia is a sophomore vocal performance major attending Drake

University and is a NATS finalist. She has recently been in DMMO's production
of "The Magic Flute" and Drake Opera's Le Nozze di Figaro". Sandy is also this
years recipient of Iowa's "Most Joyful Laughter Award".

Special Thanks to Friends of Drake Arts (FDA) for their generous support of Music
Department events and projects. For more than 25 years, FDA has helped to provide the best
possible fine arts education for Drake students and exceptional fine arts opportunities for the
region. For more information or to join, please visit: http://www.drake.edu/friends
 Translations
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Bella siccome un angelo
from Don Pasquale
opera-arias.com
Lyrics:
Bella siccome un angelo
in terra pellegrino,
fresca siccome il giglio
che s'apre sul mattino,
occhio che parla e ride,
sguardo che i cor conquide,
chioma che vince l'ebano,
sorriso incantator.
Alma innocente, ingenua,
che sè medesma ignora;
modestia impareggiabile,
bontà che v'innamora.
Ai miseri pietosa,
gentil, dolce, amorosa,
il cel l'ha fatta nascere
per far beato un cor.
Il core vi dono, bell’ idolo mio
from Cosi fan tutte
opera-arias.com
GUGLIELMO
Il core vi dono,
Bell'idolo mio;
Ma il vostro vo' anch'io,
Via, datelo a me.
DORABELLA
Mel date, lo prendo,
Ma il mio non vi rendo:
Invan mel chiedete,
Più meco ei non è.
GUGLIELMO
Se teco non l'hai,
Perché batte qui?
DORABELLA
Se a me tu lo dai,
Che mai balza lì?
DORABELLA E GUGLIELMO
È il mio coricino
Che più non è meco:
English:
Beautiful as an angel
in pilgrim land,
fresh as the lily
that opens in the morning,
eye that speaks and laughs,
look that the cores conquer,
crown that wins the ebony,
smile incantator.
Alma innocent, naive,
that he himself ignores;
unparalleled modesty,
goodness that falls in love with you.
To the pitiful pitiful,
gentle, sweet, loving,
the cel gave birth to it
to make a heart happy.
GUGLIELMO
This heart I give you,
My adored one;
But I want yours in return;
Come, give it me.
DORABELLA
You've given it and I take it,
But mine I cannot give;
In vain you ask it of me,
It is no longer mine.
GUGLIELMO
If you no longer own it,
Why does it beat here?
DORABELLA
If you gave me it,
What is still beating there?
DORABELLA AND GUGLIELMO
It is my own dear heart
That is no longer mine;
 Ei venne a star teco, It's come to lodge with you,
Ei batte così. And that's what's beating so.

GUGLIELMO GUGLIELMO
Vuol metterle il core dov'ha il ritratto trying to put the heart where she has the
dell'amante miniature of her lover
Qui lascia che il metta. Let me put it here.

DORABELLA DORABELLA
Ei qui non può star. There it cannot stay.

GUGLIELMO GUGLIELMO
T'intendo, furbetta. I understand, you little rogue.

DORABELLA DORABELLA
Che fai? What are you doing?

GUGLIELMO GUGLIELMO
Non guardar. You're not to look.

DORABELLA DORABELLA
fra sé to herself
Nel petto un Vesuvio I feel I have
D'avere mi par. A volcano in my bosom!

GUGLIELMO GUGLIELMO
fra sé to himself
Ferrando meschino! Poor Ferrando!
Possibil non par. It doesn't seem possible.
a Dorabella aloud
L'occhietto a me gira. Now turn your pretty eyes on me.

DORABELLA DORABELLA
Che brami? What do you want?

GUGLIELMO GUGLIELMO
Rimira See,
Se meglio può andar. Doesn't that look better?

DORABELLA E GUGLIELMO DORABELLA AND GUGLIELMO

Oh cambio felice Oh happy exchange
Di cori e d'affetti! Of hearts and affections!
Che nuovi diletti, What new delights!
Che dolce penar! What sweet pain!

O du mein holder abendstern

from Tannhäuser
https://lyricstranslate.com

WOLFRAM
Wie Todesahnung, Dämm'rung deckt die Lande,
umhüllt das Tal mit schwärzlichem Gewande;
der Seele, die nach jenen Höh'n verlangt,
vor ihrem Flug durch Nacht und Grausen bangt!
Da scheinest du, o lieblichster der Sterne,
dein sanftes Licht entsendest du der Ferne,
die nächt'ge Dämmrung teilt dein lieber Strahl,
WOLFRAM
Like presentiment of death, twilight covers the lands,
it shrouds the valley with blackish raiment;
the soul that yearns for these heights
is fearful of its flight through horror and night!
O loveliest star, there thou shinest,
thy tender light the distance thou sendest,
the nightly twilight gets split by thy kind ray,
und freundlich zeigst du den Weg aus dem Tal.
O du, mein holder Abendstern,
wohl grüsst' ich immer dich so gern;
vom Herzen, das sie nie verriet,
grüsse sie, wenn sie vorbei dir zieht, -
wenn sie entschwebt dem Tal der Erden,
ein sel’ger Engel dort zu warden!
Am Feierabend
Oxfordlieder.co.uk
Hätt’ ich tausend
Arme zu rühren!
Könnt’ ich brausend
Die Räder führen!
Könnt’ ich wehen
Durch alle Haine!
Könnt’ ich drehen
Alle Steine!
Dass die schöne Müllerin
Merkte meinen treuen Sinn!
Ach, wie ist mein Arm so schwach!
Was ich hebe, was ich trage,
Was ich schneide, was ich schlage,
Jeder Knappe tut mir’s nach.
Und da sitz’ ich in der grossen Runde,
In der stillen kühlen Feierstunde,
Und der Meister sagt zu Allen:
Euer Werk hat mir gefallen;
Und das liebe Mädchen sagt
Allen eine gute Nacht.
Dass die schöne Müllerin
Merkte meinen treuen Sinn!
Litanei
Oxfordlieder.co.uk
Ruhn in Frieden alle Seelen,
Die vollbracht ein banges Quälen,
Die vollendet süssen Traum,
Lebenssatt, geboren kaum,
Aus der Welt hinüber schieden:
Alle Seelen ruhn in Frieden!
Die sich hier Gespielen suchten,
Öfter weinten, nimmer fluchten,
Wenn von ihrer treuen Hand
Keiner jeden Druck verstand:
Alle die von hinnen schieden,
Alle Seelen Ruhn in Frieden!
and friendly thou point the way out of the valley.
O thou, my evening star so sweet,
I always greeted thee gladly indeed;
with the heart that never betrayed it
greet it as it passes by thee, -
as it soars away from the earthly valley
to yonder be an angel blessed!
If only I had a thousand
arms to wield!
If only I could drive
the rushing wheels!
If only I could blow like the wind
through every wood,
and turn
every millstone,
so that the fair maid of the mill
would see my true love!
Ah, how my weak my arm is!
What I lift and carry,
what I cut and hammer –
any apprentice could do the same.
And there I sit with them, in a circle,
in the quiet, cool hour after work,
and the master says to us all:
‘I am pleased with your work.’
And the sweet maid
bids us all goodnight.
so that the fair maid of the mill
would see my true love!
May all souls rest in peace;
those whose fearful torment is past;
those whose sweet dreams are over;
those sated with life, those barely born,
who have left this world:
may all souls rest in peace!
They who sought companions here,
Often wept, never cursed
When from their sincere hand
No one ever understood the grasp:
All who have deoarted from here
May all souls rest in peace!
Die Mainacht
Oxfordlieder.co.uk
Wann der silberne Mond
durch die Gesträuche blinkt,
Und sein schlummerndes Licht
über den Rasen streut,
Und die Nachtigall flötet,
Wandl’ ich traurig von Busch zu Busch.
Überhüllet vom Laub,
girret ein Taubenpaar
Sein Entzücken mir vor; a
ber ich wende mich,
Suche dunklere Schatten,
Und die einsame Träne rinnt.
Wann, o lächelndes Bild,
welches wie Morgenrot
Durch die Seele mir strahlt,
Find’ ich auf Erden dich?
Und die einsame Träne
Bebt mir heißer die Wang’ herab.
Tanzlied des Perriot
Aria-database.com
Mein Sehnen, mein Wähnen,
es träumt sich zurück.
Im Tanze gewann ich,
verlor ich mein Glück.
Im Tanze am Rhein,
bei Mondenschein,
gestand mirs aus Blau-aug
ein inniger Blick,
Gestand mirs ihr bittend Wort:
o bleib, o geh mir nicht fort,
bewahre der Heimat
still blühendes Glück.
Mein Sehnen, mein Wähnen,
es träumt sich zurück.
Zauber der Ferne
warf in die Seele den Brand,
Zauber des Tanzes lockte,
ward Komödiant.
Folgt ihr, der Wundersüssen,
lernt unter Tränen küssen.
Rausch und Not,
Wahn und Glück:
Ach, das ist Gauklers Geschick.
Mein Sehnen, mein Wähnen,
es träumt sich zurück.
When the silvery moon
gleams through the bushes,
And sheds its slumbering light
on the grass,
And the nightingale is fluting,
I wander sadly from bush to bush.
Covered by leaves,
a pair of doves
Coo to me their ecstasy;
but I turn away,
Seek darker shadows,
And the lonely tear flows down.
When, O smiling vision,
That shines through my soul
Like the red of dawn,
Shall I find you here on earth?
And the lonely tear
Quivers more ardently down my cheek.
My yearning, my obsession,
they take me back in dreams.
In the dance I once obtained it,
now I’ve lost my happiness.
While dancing in the Rhein
in the moonlight,
She confessed to me with a loving
look in her eyes
confessed to me with her pleading words:
O stay, don’t go far away,
preserve the memory of your homeland’s
peaceful, flourishing happiness.
My yearning, my obsession,
they take me back in dreams.
The magic of things far away
brings a burning to my soul.
The magic of the dance lured me,
and I was the Pierrot.
I followed her, my wonderful sweetheart,
and learned from tears to kiss.
Intoxication, and misery,
Illusion and happiness:
Ah, this is a clown’s destiny.
My yearning, my obsession,
they take me back in dreams.