. 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 . ly! Gaily! Soon greets me a glorious friend! As the hero plunges fearlessly through thefire the flames gradually abate, and when hereaches the sleeping Briinnhilde they die outcompletely. Siegfried approaches the uncon-scious maiden with awe and removes her is speechless with admiration, and naivelyasks if the strange emotion which he feels canbe fear. Finally, when he presses an ardent kisson her lips she awakes and gr
. 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 . ly! Gaily! Soon greets me a glorious friend! As the hero plunges fearlessly through thefire the flames gradually abate, and when hereaches the sleeping Briinnhilde they die outcompletely. Siegfried approaches the uncon-scious maiden with awe and removes her is speechless with admiration, and naivelyasks if the strange emotion which he feels canbe fear. Finally, when he presses an ardent kisson her lips she awakes and greets him joyfullyas the hero Siegfried who is to save the a long scene in which Siegfrieds ardentwooing is gently repressed by Briinnhilde, hefinally seizes her in his arms. Frightened, sherepulses him, crying: Brunnhilde: No god een has touched me! As a maiden ever heroes revered me: Virgin I hied from Valhalla!— Woes me! Woes me! Woe for the shame, the shunless disgrace! My wakning hero deals me this wound! Siegfried pleads his love and asks her to be his bride, but she begs him to spare her. Ewig war Ich (Deathless Was I) (Briinnhildes Appeal). THE AWAKENING OF BRUNNHILDE ACT III By Johanna Gadski, Soprano Brunnhilde: Deathless was I, deathless am I, Deathless to sweet sway of affection— But deathless for thy good! O Siegfried, happiest hope of the world! Life of the universe! Lordliest hero! Leave me in peace! Press not upon me thy ardent reproaches! Master me not with thy conquering might! Sawst eer thy face in crystal floods? Did it not gladden thy glance? (In German) 88186 12-inch, $ When into wavelets the water was roused, The brooks glassy surface broken and flawed, Thy face sawst thou no more: Nought but ripples swirling round! So disturb me no more, trouble me not: Ever then thou wilt shine In me an image reflected, Fair and lovely, my lord!— O Siegfried! Siegfried! Light of my soul! Destroy not thy faithful slave! But the impetuous hero resumes
Size: 1318px × 1895px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookc, bookdecade1910, bookidvictrolabookofop00vict, bookyear1917
