. 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 . A BOOK OF THE OPERA —VERDIS RIGOLETTO Gilda: On evry festal morningNear to the holy altar,I saw a youth observing me,Beneath whose gaze mine did falter,Rigoletto (despairingly): Ah! that thou be spared my infamyIve wearied Heaven with praying,That every good may light on theeFar from the worlds betray-ing,Ah, in my hopeless misery,My saint I have enshrined thee,In horror and anguish here I must find thee,Thy future all turned to
. 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 . A BOOK OF THE OPERA —VERDIS RIGOLETTO Gilda: On evry festal morningNear to the holy altar,I saw a youth observing me,Beneath whose gaze mine did falter,Rigoletto (despairingly): Ah! that thou be spared my infamyIve wearied Heaven with praying,That every good may light on theeFar from the worlds betray-ing,Ah, in my hopeless misery,My saint I have enshrined thee,In horror and anguish here I must find thee,Thy future all turned to woe!(To Gilda.) Daughter, come, let me com-fort thee in thy sorrow—Gilda: Father!Rigoletto: Weep here, weep, on my heartthy tears may : Father, in thee an angel dothcomfort bestow. Piangi fanciulla(Weep, My Child) By Maria Galvany,Soprano, and TittaRuffo, Baritone(In Italian) 9250212-inch, $ By A. Cassani,Soprano, andF. Federici,Baritone *4503210-inch, Following the duet Rigoletto exclaims: Though not a word he said to me,My heart his meaning well did knowLast night he stood before me,Fondly he vowd to love me,And I gave him vow for FROM A PAINTING GILDA S DESPAIR ACT II Rigoletto: I think what remains yet for me to accomplish: This fatal abode we must leave on the : Yes, my father, let us go!Rigoletto (aside): Oh, how all our fate has been changed in aday! The Count Monterone now passes through the hall under guard. He pauses before theDukes portrait and exclaims: Monterone: Ah! then twas in vain in my anger I cursed thee!No thunder from Heaven yet hath burst down to strike pleasure triumphant thy days yet are crowned.(Exit, guarded.) Rigoletto, gazing after Monterone, grimly says that vengeance will not be long delayed. * Double-Faced Record—Seepage 430. 425 VICTROLA BOOK OF THE OPERA-VERDIS RIGOLETTO
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