. The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records . s Glory Now Praise) By Maria Cappiello, Mezzo-Soprano, and Chorus (In Italian) *55005 12-inch, $ Slave Girls: Our songs his glory praising, Heavenward waft a name Whose deeds the sun outblazing Eclipse his dazzling flame. Come, bind they flowing tresses round With laurel and with flowers. While loud our songs of praise resound To celebrate Loves : Come, love, with rapture fills me,To joy my heart restore!Slave G
. The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records . s Glory Now Praise) By Maria Cappiello, Mezzo-Soprano, and Chorus (In Italian) *55005 12-inch, $ Slave Girls: Our songs his glory praising, Heavenward waft a name Whose deeds the sun outblazing Eclipse his dazzling flame. Come, bind they flowing tresses round With laurel and with flowers. While loud our songs of praise resound To celebrate Loves : Come, love, with rapture fills me,To joy my heart restore!Slave Girls: Now wreaths of triumph gloriousThe victors brow shall crown,And love oer him victoriousShall smooth his warlike frown. Seeing Aida approaching, the Princess dismisses her slavesand prepares to enjoy her revenge. This scene is expressed in a duet, given here in two parts. Fu la sorte dclV armi CNeath the Chances of Battle) By Johanna Gadski, Soprano, and Louise Homer, Contralto (In Italian) 89024 12-inch, $ Alia pompa, che sappreste (In the Pageant Now Preparing) By Johanna Gadski, Soprano, and Louise Homer, Contralto (In Italian) 89025 12-inch, $ HOMER as amneris Amneris pretends to sympathize with the afflicted girl, saying: Amneris: The fate of arms was deadly to thy people. Poor Aida! The grief Which weighs down thy heart I share with am thy friend; Time will heal the anguish of thy heart,And more than time—a powerful god-love. Aida: Oh! love immortal! oh! joy and sorrow,Sweetest delirium, dark doubts and woes!As in thy trials new life I borrow,A heavn of rapture thy smiles disclose. Amneris (aside): This death-like pallor, this strong emotion, Plainly reveal the fever of love!(To Aida): Among the braves who fought so well. Has someone a tender sorrow haply wakendin your heart?Aida: What sayst thou?Amneris: Tremble! I read thy secret, Thou lovst him! lie no longer! I love him too—dost thou hear? I am thy rival, daughter of kings Egyptian. * Double-F
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