Judith L. Smith Voice Recital Series - Masterclass with Issachah Savage

Ah! Fuyez, douce image

Je suis seul! Seul enfin!
C’est le moment suprême!
Il n’est plus rien que j’aime
Que le repos sacré que m’apporte la foi!
Oui, j’ai voulu mettre
Dieu même
Entre le monde et moi!

Ah! fuyez, douce image, à mon âme trop chère;
Respectez un repos cruellement gagné,
Et songez, si j’ai bu dans une coupe amère,
Que mon coeur l’emplirait de ce qu’il a saigné!
Ah! fuyez! fuyez! loin de moi!
Ah! fuyez!
Que m’importe la vie et ce semblant de gloire?
Je ne veux que chasser du fond de ma mémoire…
Un nom maudit! ce nom… qui m’obsède et pourquoi?

J’y vais!
Mon Dieu!
De votre flamme
Purifiez mon âme…
Et dissipez à sa lueur
L’ombre qui passe encor dans le fond de mon coeur!
Ah! fuyez, douce image, à mon âme trop chère!
Ah! fuyez! fuyez! loin de moi!
Ah! fuyez! loin de moi! loin de moi!

English

I am alone! Alone at last!
This is the supreme moment!
There is nothing more that I love
Than the sacred rest that faith brings me!
Yes, I wanted to put
God himself
Between the world and me!

Ah! flee, sweet image, to my too dear soul;
Respect a cruelly won rest,
And think, if I drank from a bitter cup,
That my heart would fill it with what it has bled!
Ah, flee! flee! away from me!
Ah, flee!
What do I care for life and this semblance of glory?
I only want to chase from the bottom of my memory…
A cursed name! this name… which obsesses me and why?

I go there!
My God!
With your flame
Purify my soul…
And dispel by its light
The shadow that still passes in the depths of my heart!
Ah, flee, sweet image, to my soul too dear!
Ah, flee! flee! away from me!
Ah, flee! away from me! away from me!

Il mio tesoro

Il mio tesoro intanto
Andate, andate a consolar
E del bel ciglio il pianto
Cercate, cercate di asciugar
Cercate, cercate di asciugar
Cercate, cercate di asciugar

Ditele che i suoi torti
A vendicar io vado
A vendicar io vado
Che sol di strage e morti
Nunzio vogl'io tornar
Nunzio vogl'io tornar
Si, nunzio volg'io tornar!

Il mio tesoro intanto
Andate, andate a consolar
E del bel ciglio il pianto
Cercate di asciugar
Cercate, cercate, cercate di asciugar
Cercate di asciugar

Ditele che i suoi torti
A vendicar io vado, a vendicar vado
Che sol di strage e morti
Nunzio vogl'io tornar
Nunzio, nunzio vogl'io tornar
Che sol di strage e morti
Nunzio vogl'io tornar
Si, nunzio vogl'io tornar

English

Meanwhile, go seek my darling,
Console her, console her wounded heart
Dry on her lovely lashes,
The teardrops as they start,
The teardrops as they start,
The teardrops as they start.

Tell her that I am going,
Now to avenge her sufferings,
Now to avenge her sufferings,
From carnage dire and corpses,
I'll come, who now depart,
I'll come, who now depart,
Yes, I'll come who now depart!

Meanwhile, go seek my darling,
Console her, console her wounded heart
Dry on her lovely lashes,
The teardrops as they start,
The teardrops, the teardrops, the teardrops as they start,
The teardrops as they start.

Tell her that I am going,
Now to avenge her sufferings,
Now to avenge her sufferings,
From carnage dire and corpses,
I'll come who now depart,
Come I, come I, who now depart
From carnage dire and corpses,
I'll come, who now depart,
I'll come, who now depart,
Yes, I'll come who now depart!

Oh, Is There Not One Maiden Breast

Oh, is there not one maiden breast
Which does not feel the moral beauty
Of making worldly interest
Subordinate to sense of duty?
Who would not give up willingly
All matrimonial ambition,
To rescue such a one as I
From his unfortunate position!
From this position
To rescuer such a one as I
From his unfortunate position!

[CHORUS OF GIRLS]
Alas! there’s not one maiden breast
Which seems to feel the moral beauty
Of making worldly interest
Subordinate to sense of duty!

[FREDERIC]
Oh, is there not one maiden here
Whose homely face and bad complexion
Have caused all hope to disappear
Of ever winning man’s affection?
To such an one, if such there be,
I swear by Heaven’s arch above you,
If you will cast your eyes on me,
However plain you be – I’ll love you!
However plain you be –-
If you will cast your eyes on me --
However plain you be –- I’ll love you!
I'll love you! I'll love you

[CHORUS OF GIRLS]
Alas! there’s not one maiden here
Whose homely face and bad complexion
Have caused all hope to disappear
Of ever winning man’s affection!

[FREDERIC]
Not one?

[CHORUS OF GIRLS]
No, no - not one!

[FREDERIC]
Not one?

[CHORUS OF GIRLS]
No, no!

[MABEL]
Yes, one!

[CHORUS OF GIRLS]
'Tis Mabel!

[MABEL]
Yes, 'tis Mabel!