. 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 . prano (In German) 92058 12-inch, Lucy Isabella Marsh (In Italian) 60098 10-inch, .75Aida: O native land, no more to thee shall I return!O skies of tender blue, 0 soft airs blowing,Where calm and peaceful my dawn v of life passd oer,0 hills of verdure, 0 perfumd waters Rowing,O home beloved, I ne er shall see thee^ore!O fresh and fragrant vales, O quiet dwelling,Promise of happy days of love that hope is banishd, l
. 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 . prano (In German) 92058 12-inch, Lucy Isabella Marsh (In Italian) 60098 10-inch, .75Aida: O native land, no more to thee shall I return!O skies of tender blue, 0 soft airs blowing,Where calm and peaceful my dawn v of life passd oer,0 hills of verdure, 0 perfumd waters Rowing,O home beloved, I ne er shall see thee^ore!O fresh and fragrant vales, O quiet dwelling,Promise of happy days of love that hope is banishd, love and yonder dream dispelling,0 home beloved, I neer shall see thee more! Aida is about to depart when she isastonished to see her father. Amonasro re-proaches his daughter with her love for hisenemy Rhadames, telling her with significantemphasis that she may behold her native landagain if she wishes. He tells her that hispeople have risen again, and proposes that she shall influence Rhadames to betray the plansof his army in the new campaign. She at first refuses, but he bids her be true to her coun-try, and pictures the sufferings of her people. *<•*_. DESTINN AND SC0TTI Ciel! Mio Padre ! (Heaven! My Father!) By Johanna Gadski, Soprano, and Pasquale Amato, Baritone (In Italian) 89067 12-inch, Aida: Heaven! My father! Amonasro: Grave affairs lead me to thee, Aida. Nothing escapes my sight; thou art destroying Thyself with love for Rhadames; He loves thee And here thou waitest him. The daughter of the Pharaohs is thy rival— An infamous race, abhorred and fatal to us! Aida: And I am in her power! I, the daughter ofAmonasro. Amonasro: In her power! No! If thou wishest,This powerful rival thou shalt defeat,And country, and throne, and love be shalt see again the balmy forests,The fresh valleys, our temples of gold! Aida {with transport) : I shall see again the balmy forests,Our valleys, our temples of gold! $ Amonasro: Thou rememberest that the merciless Eg
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