. 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 . air, Yonder Plant Enchanted. Ma dallarido stelo divulsa (Yonder Plant Enchanted) (In Italian) 88496 12-inch, $(In Italian) *68143 12-inch, Amelia: When at last from its stem I shall sever Yonder weed of dread virtue enchanted, From my tempest-torn bosom forever When that image so ethereal shall perish, What remains to thee then, oh, my heart! Ah, tears blind me! The weight of my sorrow Chains my steps on their desolate j
. 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 . air, Yonder Plant Enchanted. Ma dallarido stelo divulsa (Yonder Plant Enchanted) (In Italian) 88496 12-inch, $(In Italian) *68143 12-inch, Amelia: When at last from its stem I shall sever Yonder weed of dread virtue enchanted, From my tempest-torn bosom forever When that image so ethereal shall perish, What remains to thee then, oh, my heart! Ah, tears blind me! The weight of my sorrow Chains my steps on their desolate journey! Heart, have courage; From these rocks their hardness borrow! Come, oh. Death, let thy merciful dart, Still forever my poor throbbing heart! (A distant clock strikes.) Hark! tis midnight! Ah, yon vision! Moving, breathing, lo! a figure, All mist-like upward wreathing! Ha! in those orbits baleful anger is seething; Fixd on me they angrily burn! Deign, oh. Heaven, Thy strength to impart To this fainting, fear-stricken heart. The vision resolves itself into Richard, who nowapproaches. The unhappy girl confesses that she loveshim, but begs him to leave Double-Faced Record—See page 309. 307 VICTROLA BOOK OF THE OPERA —THE MASKED BALLAh ! qual soave brivido (Like Dew Thy Words Fall) By Ida Giacomelli and Gino Martinez-Patti (In Italian) *68026 12-inch, $ Richard: Returns with giant power, the love my heart Like dew thy words fall on my heart, doth fear! Aglow with loves fond passion! Ah, would by Heaven twere granted, Ah, murmur with compassion those gentle To sigh for him my latest breath, words again! Or in deaths sleep enchanted rest my weary Bright star that bidst all gloom depart, spirit here! My hallowd love enshrining; Richard: While thus on me thourt shining, Amelia! thou lovst me! Ah, let night forever reign! Amelia: Amelia: I love thee, From out the cypress bower, But thy noble heart will protect me from Where I had thought it laid in death, mine own! T
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