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 Company, 1915 - Opera - 558 pages
 

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Page 303 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may...
Page 33 - mid the bowers, It scarcely fans the drooping flowers. Thus will the voice of calumny, More subtle than the plaintive sigh, In many a serpent-wreathing, find Its secret passage to the mind,— The heart's most inmost feelings gain, Bedim the sense, and fire the brain. Then passing on from tongue to tongue, It gains new strength, it sweeps along In giddier whirl from place to place, And gains fresh vigor in its race ; Till, like the sounds of tempests deep, That thro' the woods in murmurs sweep, And...
Page 280 - Guillot swears revenge and Lescaut bewails his double loss of money and cousin. ACT II SCENE — Apartment of Des Grieux and Manon in Paris Des Grieux is writing at a desk, while Manon is playfully looking over his shoulder. He tells her he is writing to his father : DES GRIEUX: This letter's for my father, and I tremble lest he should read in anger what I write from my heart.
Page 381 - ... in sleep it rested: With care and sorrow The timid mother watched it sleeping; It waked the morrow Beneath the dew of mother's weeping. All tears was she, encased in anguish, Caused by thy father's death and love: That through like hap thou shouldst not languish, Became her care all else above.
Page 373 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel...
Page 131 - With its melody en wind me, And all my heart suhdue! The second part of the duet begins with the lovely Sempre amar, in which Marguerite and Faust pledge their love.
Page 464 - No god e'en has touched me! As a maiden ever heroes revered me: Virgin I hied from Valhalla! — Woe's me! Woe's me! Woe for the shame, the shunless disgrace! My wak'ning hero deals me this wound!
Page 183 - Thou art dead, love! thou art dead, love! Ah. my darling, hopeless I wail. The sharp axe for me is waiting, Opens wide a dark ahyss; But to thee shall torture guide me. Soon we'll share celestial Dliss!
Page 211 - A servant of Nevers announces a veiled lady to see him and he retires to an adjoining room. Raoul catches sight of the lady through the window as she lifts her veil, and is astonished and grieved to recognize the beauty he had saved from the ruffians.
Page 131 - Marguerite, finding herself alone with Faust, looks in vain for Martha, and not seeing her, endeavors to bid farewell to her lover. MARGUERITE: The hour is late! Farewell! FAUST: Oh, never leave me, now, I pray thee ! Why not enjoy this lovely night a little longer? Let me gaze on the form before me! While from yonder ether blue Look how the star of eve, Bright and tender, lingers o'er me! To love thy beauty too!

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