The Victor Book of the Opera: Stories of One Hundred and Ten Operas with Seven-hundred Illustrations and Descriptions of Twelve-hundred Victor Opera Records

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Victor Talking Machine Co., 1915 - Operas - 558 pages
 

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Operas -- Stories, plots, etc.
Operas -- Discography.
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Page 336 - OR, THE TOWN OF TITIPU COMIC opera in two acts; text by WS Gilbert; music by Sir Arthur Sullivan. First produced at the Savoy Theatre, London, March 14, 1885. First performance in the United States, July 6, 1885, at the Museum, Chicago. Not without reason is this one of the most popular of the long line of "Savoy Operas...
Page 370 - CANIO : To play! When my head's whirling with madness, Not knowing what I'm saying or what I'm doing! The great aria now follows, in which the unfortunate Pagliaccio describes how he must paint his face and make merry for the public while his heart is torn with jealousy. CANIO: The people pay you, and they must have their fun ! If Harlequin your Columhine takes from you, Laugh loud, Pagliaccio! And all will shout, well done!
Page 34 - Yes, Lindor loves you, lady; Oft he sighs for his Rosina, (As a fox she cunning seems. Ah. hy my faith. she sees thro
Page 403 - PIRATES OF PENZANCE THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE OR THE SLAVE OF DUTY COMIC OPERA IN TWO ACTS Text by Sir WS Gilbert ; music by Sir Arthur Sullivan.
Page 324 - The bold man who Would come and view, May see the maiden there so true, On whom my hopes I firmly glue, Therefore is the sky so bright blue, As I said to begin.
Page 59 - Yes, I will tell you. What she has given, I will to thee render Your mother with me from the chapel came, And then, lovingly, she kissed me. ' My daughter,' said she, ' to the city thon dost go : Not long the journey.
Page 328 - And there heneath a laurel tree. With starlight glinting under, In waking vision greeted me A sweet and solemn wonder; She dropped on me the fountain's dews, That woman fair — Parnassus's glorious Muse!
Page 137 - Glory and love to the men of old, Their sons may copy their virtues bold; Courage in heart and sword in hand, Ready to fight or ready to die for Fatherland!
Page 57 - And none may hope thy wings to tame. If it please thee to be a rebel, Say, who can try and thee reclaim? Threats and prayers alike unheeding; Oft ardent homage thou'lt refuse, Whilst he who doth coldly slight thee Thou for thy master oft thou'lt choose. Ah, love! For love he is the lord of all, And ne'er law's icy fetters will he wear, If thou me lovest not, I love thee, And if I love thee, now beware ! The bird, so fast held in thy hand.
Page 140 - When thy feet did fall hack, and thy hreath it did falter As though to ask for aid; Recollect thou wast then of the rite and the altar In thine innocence afraid! And now he glad and hear Thy playmates do claim thee from helow, to their home!

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