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One man sings 'Elijah, get thee hence' and 'For He shall give his angels charge over thee' from Mendelssohn's Elijah. Lyrics: An Angel Elijah! Get thee hence, Elijah! Depart and turn thee eastward: thither hide thee by Cherith’s brook. There shalt thou drink its waters; and the Lord thy God hath commanded the ravens to feed thee there: so do according unto His word. Angels For He shall give His angels charge over thee; that they shall protect thee in all the ways thou goest; that their hands shall uphold and guide thee, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'Yet doth the Lord see it not' from Mendelssohn's Elijah. Lyrics: The People Yet doth the Lord see it not, He mocketh at us; His curse hath fallen down upon us, His wrath will pursue us till He destroy us. For He, the Lord our God, He is a jealous God, and He visiteth all the fathers’ sins on the children to the third and the fourth generation of them that hate Him. His mercies on thousands fall, on all them that love him and keep his commandments. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'If with all your hearts' from Mendelssohn's Elijah. Lyrics: Obadiah Ye people, rend your hearts and not your garments for your transgressions: the prophet Elijah hath sealed the heavens through the word of God. I therefore say to ye: forsake your idols, return to God; for He is slow to anger, and merciful, and kind, and gracious, and repenteth Him of the evil. ‘If with all your hearts ye truly seek Me, ye shall ever surely find Me.’ Thus saith our God. Oh! that I knew where I might find Him, that I might even come before His presence! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'Lord! bow Thine ear to our prayer' from Mendelssohn's Elijah. Lyrics: The People Lord, bow Thine ear to our prayer Two Women Zion spreadeth her hands for aid, and there is neither help nor comfort. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished' and 'For the love of Jesus' from Stainer's The Crucifixion. Lyrics: Narrator After this, Jesus, knowing that all things were now accomplished saith, Jesus I thirst. Narrator When Jesus had received the vinegar, he said, Jesus It is finished. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit. Narrator And he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost. Hymn All for Jesus! All for Jesus! This our song shall ever be, For we have no hope, nor Saviour, If we have not hope in Thee! All for Jesus Thou wilt give us Strength to serve Thee, hour by hour; None can move us from Thy presence, While we trust Thy love and power. All for Jesus at thine alter Thou wilt give us sweet content There, dear Lord, we shall receive Thee In the solemn Sacrement. All for Jesus! Thou hast loved us; All for Jesus! Thou hast died; All for Jesus! Thou art with us; All for Jesus Crucified. All for Jesus! All for Jesus! This the Church's song must be till, at last, her sons are gathered one in love and one in Thee! Amen.

One man sings 'And as Moses lifted up the serpent' and 'God so loved the world' from Stainer's The Crucifixion. Lyrics: Bass solo And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up: that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life. Mankind God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but everlasting life. For God sent not His Son in to the world to condemn the world; But that the world through Him might be saved. God so loved world.

One man sings 'Oh joy unbounded' from Gilbert and Sullivan's opera 'Trial by Jury'. Lyrics: PLAINTIFF. Oh, joy unbounded, With wealth surrounded, The knell is sounded Of grief and woe. COUNSEL. With love devoted On you he’s doated. To castle moated Away they go. DEFENDANT. I wonder whether They’ll live together In marriage tether In manner true? USHER. It seems to me, sir, Of such as she, sir, A judge is he, Sir, And a good judge too. ALL. Oh, joy unbounded, With wealth surrounded, The knell is sounded Of grief and woe. It seems to me, sir, Of such as she, sir, A judge is he, Sir, And a good judge too. JUDGE. Yes, I am a Judge. ALL. And a good Judge too! JUDGE. Yes, I am a Judge. ALL. And a good Judge too! JUDGE. Though homeward as you trudge, You declare my law is fudge, Yet of beauty I’m a judge. ALL. And a good Judge too! JUDGE. Though defendant is a snob. ALL. And a great snob too! DEFENDANT. No! No! No! JUDGE. ​ ​Though defendant is a snob. ALL. ​And a great snob too! DEFENDANT. No! No! No! ALL. Though defendant is a snob, He’ll reward him from his fob. So we’ve settled with the job, And a good job too! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'I love him' from Gilbert and Sullivan's opera 'Trial by Jury'. Lyrics: PLAINTIFF. I love him – I love him – with fervour unceasing, I worship and madly adore; My blind adoration is ever increasing, My loss I shall ever deplore. Oh, see what a blessing, what love and caressing I’ve lost, and remember it, pray, When you I’m addressing, are busy assessing The damages Edwin must pay! Yes, he must pay! DEFENDANT. I smoke like a furnace – I’m always in liquor, A ruffian – a bully – a sot; I’m sure I should thrash her, perhaps I should kick her, I am such a very bad lot! I’m not prepossessing, as you may be guessing, She couldn’t endure me a day; Recall my professing, when you are assessing The damages Edwin must pay! PLAINTIFF. Yes, he must pay! JURY. We would be fairly acting, But this is most distracting! If, when in liquor; he would kick her, That is an abatement. PUBLIC. She loves him and madly adores him, JUDGE. The question, gentlemen - is one of liquor, You ask for guidance - this is my reply: He says, when tipsy, he would thrash and kick her, Let’s make him tipsy, gentlemen, and try! COUNSEL. With all respect I do object! PLAINTIFF. I do object! DEFENDANT. I don’t object! ALL. With all respect We do object! JUDGE. All the legal furies seize you! No proposal seems to please you, I can’t sit up here all day, I must simply get away. Barristers, and you, attorneys, Set out on your homeward journeys: Gentle, simple-minded Usher, Get you, if you like, to Russher; Put your briefs upon the shelf, I will marry her myself! ALL. Ah! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'That seems a reasonable proposition' and 'A nice dilemma' from Gilbert and Sullivan's opera 'Trial by Jury'. Lyrics: JUDGE. That seems a reasonable proposition, To which, I think, your client may agree. COUNSEL. But, I submit, m’lud, with all submission, To marry two at once is Burglaree! In the reign of James the Second, It was generally reckoned As a rather serious crime To marry two wives at a time. CHORUS. Oh, man of learning! USHER and JURY. Oh, man of learning! JUDGE. A nice dilemma we have here, That calls for all our wit, For all our wit: COUNSEL. And at this stage, it don’t appear That we can settle it. DEFENDANT. If I to wed the girl am loth A breach ’twill surely be PLAINTIFF. And if he goes and marries both, It counts as Burglaree! ALL. A nice dilemma we have here, That calls for all our wit. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'That she is reeling is plain to see!' and 'Oh, gentlemen, listen, I pray' from Gilbert and Sullivan's opera 'Trial by Jury'. Lyrics: JUDGE. That she is reeling Is plain to see! FOREMAN. If faint you’re feeling Recline on me! PLAINTIFF. I shall recover If left alone. JURY. Oh, perjured lover, Atone! atone! FOREMAN. Just like a father I wish to be. JUDGE. Or, if you’d rather, Recline on me! COUNSEL. Oh! fetch some water From far Cologne! JURY. For this sad slaughter Atone! atone! Monster, dread our fury – There’s the Judge, and we’re/here's the Jury! Monster, monster, dread our fury. DEFENDANT. Oh, gentlemen, listen, I pray, Though I own that my heart has been ranging, Of nature the laws I obey, For nature is constantly changing. The moon in her phases is found, The time and the wind and the weather, The months in succession come round, And you don’t find two Mondays together. Ah, Consider the moral, I pray, Nor bring a young fellow to sorrow, Who loves this young lady today, And loves that young lady tomorrow. BRIDESMAIDS. Consider the moral, we pray, Nor bring a young fellow to sorrow, Who loves this young lady today, And loves that young lady tomorrow. DEFENDANT. You cannot eat breakfast all day, Nor is it the act of a sinner, When breakfast is taken away, To turn his attention to dinner; And it’s not in the range of belief, To look upon him as a glutton, Who, when he is tired of beef, Determines to tackle the mutton. But this I am willing to say, If it will appease her sorrow, I’ll marry this lady today, And I’ll marry the other tomorrow! BRIDESMAIDS. But this he is willing to say, If it will appease her sorrow, he’ll marry this lady today, And he’ll marry the other tomorrow! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

One man sings 'Swear thou the Jury!' and 'Where is the Plaintiff?' from Gilbert and Sullivan's opera 'Trial by Jury'. Lyrics: COUNSEL. Swear thou the Jury! USHER. Kneel, Jurymen, oh, kneel! USHER. Oh, will you swear by yonder skies, Whatever question may arise, ’Twixt rich and poor, ’twixt low and high, That you will well and truly try? JURY. To all of this we make reply, To all of this we make reply, By the dull slate of yonder sky: That we will well and truly try. Defendant, Counsel, Judge, Usher. They will well and truly try! Jury. We’ll try! COUNSEL. Where is the Plaintiff? Let her now be brought. USHER. Oh, Angelina! Come thou into Court! Angelina! Angelina!! CHORUS OF BRIDESMAIDS. Comes the broken flower – Comes the cheated maid – Though the tempest lower, Rain and cloud will fade! Take, O maid, these posies: Though thy beauty rare Shame the blushing roses, They are passing fair! Wear the flowers till they fade; Happy be thy life, oh maid! PLAINTIFF. O’er the season vernal, Time may cast a shade; Sunshine, if eternal, Makes the roses fade! Time may do his duty; Let the thief alone – Winter hath a beauty, That is all his own. Fairest days are sun and shade: I am no unhappy maid! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/ HolmesBaritone #Baritone #Opera #TrialbyJury

One man sings 'Hark, the hour of ten is sounding' from Gilbert and Sullivan's Opera 'Trial by Jury'. Lyrics: CHORUS. Hark, the hour of ten is sounding; Hearts with anxious fears are bounding, Hall of Justice crowds surrounding, Breathing hope and fear – For to-day in this arena, Summoned by a stern subpœna, Edwin, sued by Angelina, Shortly will appear. USHER. Now, Jurymen, hear my advice – All kinds of vulgar prejudice I pray you set aside: With stern judicial frame of mind From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried. ‘Silence in Court!’ CHORUS. From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried. USHER. Oh, listen to the plaintiff’s case: Observe the features of her face – The broken-hearted bride. Condole with her distress of mind: From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried! ‘Silence in Court!’ CHORUS. From bias free, of every kind, This trial must be tried! USHER. And when amid the plaintiff’s shrieks, The ruffianly defendant speaks – Upon the other side; What he may say you needn’t mind – From bias free of every kind, This trial must be tried! ‘Silence in Court!’ CHORUS. From bias free, of every kind, This trial must be tried!

One man sings the opening Rossini's opera 'the Barber of Seville'. Lyrics: FIORELLO Piano, pianissimo, senza parlar, tutti con me venite qua. CORO Piano, pianissimo, eccoci qua. FIORELLO Tutto è silenzio; nessun qui sta che i nostri canti possa turbar. CONTE Fiorello... Olà.. FIORELLO Signor, son qua. CONTE Ebben! ... gli amici? FIORELLO Son pronti già. CONTE Bravi, bravissimi, fate silenzio; piano, pianissimo, senza parlar. CORO Piano, pianissimo, senza parlar. English translation: FIORELLO Very softly, without a word, all gather around me here. CHORUS Very softly, here we are. FIORELLO All is silence, no one is near our songs to disturb. COUNT Fiorello … ho! FIORELLO Sir, I am here. COUNT Well! … and our friends? FIORELLO They are all ready. COUNT Good, very good, silence; very softly, utter no word. CHORUS Very softly, without a word. FIORELLO Without a word, gather round. COUNT Piano, utter no word.

L'invitation au voyage by Henri Duparc Lyrics: Mon enfant, ma sœur, Songe à la douceur D’aller là-bas vivre ensemble! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes. Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté! Vois sur ces canaux Dormir ces vaisseaux Dont l’humeur est vagabonde; C’est pour assouvir Ton moindre désir Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde. -Les soleils couchants Revêtent les champs, Les canaux, la ville entière, D’hyacinthe et d’or; Le monde s’endort Dans une chaude lumière. Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté! English translation: My child, my sister, Think how sweet To journey there and live together! To love as we please, To love and die In the land that is like you! The watery suns Of those hazy skies Hold for my spirit The same mysterious charms As your treacherous eyes Shining through their tears. There - nothing but order and beauty dwell, Abundance, calm, and sensuous delight. See on those canals Those vessels sleeping, Vessels with a restless soul; To satisfy Your slightest desire They come from the ends of the earth. The setting suns Clothe the fields, Canals and all the town With hyacinth and gold; The world falls asleep In a warm light. There - nothing but order and beauty dwell, Abundance, calm, and sensuous delight. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Whither must I wander? from Ralph Vaughan Williams' song cycle 'Songs of Travel'. Lyrics: Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? Hunger my driver, I go where I must. Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather: Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust. Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree, The true word of welcome was spoken in the door— Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight, Kind folks of old, you come again no more. Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces, Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child. Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland; Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild. Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old. Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl, Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers; Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley, Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours. Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood— Fair shine the day on the house with open door; Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney— But I go for ever and come again no more. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Au pays où se fait la guerre by Henri Duparc Lyrics: Au pays où se fait la guerre Mon bel ami s'en est allé ; Il semble à mon cœur désolé Qu'il ne reste que moi sur terre ! En partant, au baiser d'adieu, Il m'a pris mon âme à ma bouche. Qui le tient si longtemps, mon Dieu ? Voilà le soleil qui se couche, Et moi, toute seule en ma tour, J'attends encore son retour. Les pigeons sur le toit roucoulent, Roucoulent amoureusement ; Avec un son triste et charmant Les eaux sous les grands saules coulent. Je me sens tout près de pleurer ; Mon cœur comme un lis plein s'épanche, Et je n'ose plus espérer. Voici briller la lune blanche, Et moi, toute seule en ma tour, J'attends encore son retour. Quelqu'un monte à grands pas la rampe : Serait-ce lui, mon doux amant ? Ce n'est pas lui, mais seulement Mon petit page avec ma lampe. Vents du soir, volez, dites-lui Qu'il est ma pensée et mon rêve, Toute ma joie et mon ennui. Voici que l'aurore se lève, Et moi, toute seule en ma tour, J'attends encore son retour. English translation: To the country where war is waged My beautiful love departed. It seems to my desolate heart That I alone remain on earth. When leaving, at our kiss goodbye, He took my soul from my mouth... Who is holding him back so long, O God? There is the sun setting. And I, all alone in my tower, I still await his return. The pigeons on the roof are cooing, Cooing lovingly With a sad and charming sound; The waters under the large willows flow... I feel ready to cry; My heart, like a full lily, overflows And I no longer dare to hope. Here gleams the white moon. And I, all alone in my tower, I still await his return. Someone is climbing the ramp rapidly. Could it be him, my sweet love? It isn't him, but only My little page with my lamp. Evening winds, veiled, tell him That he is my thoughts and my dream, All my joy and my longing. Here is the dawn rising. And I, all alone in my tower, I still await his return. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

The Infinite Shining Heavens from Ralph Vaughan Williams' song cycle 'Songs of Travel'. Lyrics: The infinite shining heavens Rose, and I saw in the night Uncountable angel stars Showering sorrow and light. I saw them distant as heaven, Dumb and shining and dead, And the idle stars of the night Were dearer to me than bread. Night after night in my sorrow The stars looked over the sea, Till lo! I looked in the dusk And a star had come down to me. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Le Galop by Henri Duparc Lyrics: Agite, bon cheval, ta crinière fuyante; Que l’air autour de nous se remplisse de voix! Que j’entende craquer sous ta corne bruyante Le gravier des ruisseaux et les débris des bois! Aux vapeurs de tes flancs mêle ta chaude haleine, Aux éclairs de tes pieds ton écume et ton sang! Cours, comme on voit un aigle en effleurant la plaine Fouetter l’herbe d’un vol sonore et frémissant. 'Allons, les jeunes gens, à la nage! à la nage!' Crie à ses cavaliers le vieux chef de tribu, Et les fils du désert respirent le pillage, Et les chevaux sont fous du grand air qu’ils ont bu! Nage ainsi dans l’espace, ô mon cheval rapide. Abreuve-moi d’air pur, baigne-moi dans le vent. L’étrier bat ton ventre, et j’ai lâché la bride, Mon corps te touche à peine, il vole en te suivant. Brise tout, le buisson, la barrière ou la branche; Torrents, fossés, talus, franchis tout d’un seul bond; Cours, je rêve et sur toi, les yeux clos, je me penche... Emporte, emporte-moi dans l’inconnu profond! English translation: Flourish, good horse, your flying mane, That the air about us be filled with voices! That beneath your clattering hooves I hear The gravel of streams and the woods' broken boughs! Mingle your hot breath with the steam of your flanks, Your foam and your blood with the sparks from your hooves! Run, like an eagle we see skimming the plain, Lashing the grass with its quivering loud wings! 'Come, young men, swim your horses across!' Cries the old tribal chief to his horsemen; And the sons of the desert are eager for plunder, And the horses are crazed with the air they have drunk! Swim thus in space, O my swift mount, Quench my thirst with pure air, bathe me in wind; The stirrup strikes your belly, I've slackened the rein, My body scarcely touches you, it flies in your wake. Break down everything, bush, gate, or branch; Cross torrent, ditch, embankment with a single bound; Race on, I dream, bending over you with closed eyes... Transport me, transport me to the deep unknown! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

In Dreams from Ralph Vaughan Williams' song cycle 'Songs of Travel'. Lyrics: In dreams unhappy, I behold you stand As heretofore: The unremember’d tokens in your hand Avail no more No more the morning glow, no more the grace Enshrines, endears Cold beats the light of time upon your face And shows your tears He came and went. Perchance you wept awhile And then forgot Ah me! but he that left you with a smile Forgets you not Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Enjoy this amazing performance as one man sings 'Soave sia il vento' from Mozarts opera 'Cossi fan tutte'. Bravo!

Sérénade by Henri Duparc Lyrics: Si j’étais, ô mon amoureuse La brise au souffle parfumé, Pour frôler ta bouche rieuse, Je viendrais craintif et charmé. Si j’étais l’abeille qui vole, Ou le papillon séducteur, Tu ne me verrais pas, frivole, Te quitter pour une autre fleur. Si j’étais la rose charmante Que ta main place sur ton cœur Si près de toi toute tremblante Je me fanerais de bonheur. Mais en vain je cherche à te plaire, J’ai beau gémir et soupirer. Je suis homme, et que puis-je faire? … T’aimer … Te le dire … Et pleurer! English translation: If, my beloved, I were The scented breeze, I would come, timid and rapt, To brush your laughing lips. If I were a bee in flight, Or a beguiling butterfly, You would not seee me skittishly Leave you for another flower. If I were the charming rose Your hand placed on your heart, I would, quivering so close to you, Wither with happiness. But I seek in vain to please you, In vain I moan and sigh. I am a man, and what can I do? Love you... Confess my love... And cry! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Youth and Love from Ralph Vaughan Williams' song cycle 'Songs of Travel'. Lyrics: To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside. Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand, Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide, Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the level land Call him with lighted lamp in the eventide. Thick as stars at night when the moon is down, Pleasures assail him. He to his nobler fate Fares; and but waves a hand as he passes on, Cries but a wayside word to her at the garden gate, Sings but a boyish stave and his face is gone. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

The Roadside fire from Ralph Vaughan Williams' song cycle 'Songs of Travel'. Lyrics: I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night, I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests, and blue days at sea. I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom; And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night. And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire. Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Soupir by Henri Duparc Lyrics: Ne jamais la voir ni l'entendre, Ne jamais tout haut la nommer, Mais, fidèle, toujours l'attendre, Toujours l'aimer! Ouvrir les bras, et, las d'attendre, Sur le néant les refermer! Mais encor, toujours les lui tendre Toujours l'aimer. Ah! ne pouvoir que les lui tendre Et dans les pleurs se consumer, Mais ces pleurs toujours les répandre, Toujours l'aimer... Ne jamais la voir ni l'entendre, Ne jamais [tout haut]1 la nommer, Mais d'un amour toujours plus tendre Toujours l'aimer. Toujours! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/

Let beauty awake from Ralph Vaughan Williams' song cycle 'Songs of Travel'. Lyrics: Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams, Beauty awake from rest! Let Beauty awake For Beauty’s sake In the hour when the birds awake in the brake And the stars are bright in the west! Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day, Awake in the crimson eve! In the day’s dusk end When the shades ascend, Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend, To render again and receive! Check out my Website - https://aaronholmesopera.com/