Boston Music Hall.
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BOSTON SYMPHONYY CRC ESTRA,
MR. WILHELM GERICKE, CONDUCTOR.
NIX. CONCERT
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SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19TH, AT 8, P. M.
PROGRAMME
F. MENDELSSOHN.
FAVO RBYLEAVING THE
C. v. GLUCK.
OVERTURE. (Camacho's Wedding.)
BALLET AIRS. 2d Suite.
I. AIR.
(Iphigenie en Aulide.)
II. DANCE OF SLAVES. do.
III. TAMBOURIN.
do.
IV. GAVOTTE. (Armide.)
V. CHACONNE. (Iphigenie and Orpheus.)
(Arranged by. F A. GEWAERT.)
A. C. MACKENZIE
L. v. BEETHOVEN.
BALLAD. (La belle Dame sans merci.)
(First time.)
SYMPHONY in C, No. 1. op. 21.
Adagio molto; Allegro con brio._
Andante cantabile con moto.—
Menuetto. (Allegro molto e vivace).Adagio; Allegro molto e vivace.
LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI.
0 what can all thee, Knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake
And no birds sing.
0 what can all thee, Knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full
And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too:
I met a lady in the meads,
She found me roots of relish sweet,
Full beautiful—a faery's child,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
Her hair was long, her foot was light, And sure in language strange she said
And her eyes were wild.
"I love thee true!"
I made a garland for her head,
She took me to her elfin grot,
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A4d bracelets too, and fragrant zone: And there she wept and sighed full
She looked at me as she did love
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
And made sweet moan.
With kisses four.
I sat her on my pacing steed,
And there she lulled me asleep,
And nothing else saw all day long,
And there I dream'd,–ah! woe betide–
For sidelong would she bend, and sing The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hill's side.
A faery's song.
I saw pale kings and princes too.
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried: "La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapbd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the
And no birds sing.
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John Keats.
Boston Music Hall.
A.k1CIN 1886-87.
BOSTON SYMP -- ONY ORCHESTRA.
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MR. WILHELM GERICKE, CONDUCTOR.
XX. C ONC ERT.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 26TH, AT 8, P. M.
PROGRAMME.
N. W. GADE.
OVERTURE. (Ossian.)
F. CHOPIN.
CONCERTO for PIANOFORTE in F minor.
JOH. SEB. BACH.
PRELUDE, ANDANTE AND GAVOTTE.
F. MENDELSSOHN.
SYMPHONY in A minor.
SOLOIST:
MME. FANNY BLOOD,IFIELD.