Identifier: victrolabookofop00vict (find matches)
Title: 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
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Victor Talking Machine Company Rous, Samuel Holland
Subjects: Operas
Publisher: Camden, N.J. : Victor Talking Machine Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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erite (awaking): Oh, what anguish! She lies there at my feet Ah, do I hear once again, the song of time A young and lovely being, imprisoned here gone by— As if herself, not I, were guilty! Twas not the cry of the demons— No wonder that her fright has reason taen Tis his own voice I hear! away! His hand is here to save me, I am free!Marguerite! Marguerite! She forgets all but that her loved one is before her, and sings in a transport of love: Marguerite: Faust (supporting her tenderly):Ah! I love thee only! Yes, I love thee only! Since thou camst to find me Let who will, now goad No tears more shall blind me! Or mock me, or upbraid. Take me up to Heaven, Earth will grow as Heaven. To Heaven by thy aid! By thy beauty made! Attends ! voici la rue (This is the Fair) By Geraldine Farrar, Soprano, and Enrico Caruso, Tenor (In French) 89034 12-inch, $4.00 Marguerites mind wandering, she sings dreamily of the Fair, where first Faust appearedto her: * Double-FacedRecord—Seepage 147. 144
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The Redemption of Marguerite VICTROLA BOOK OF THE OPERA-GOUNODS FAUST Tis the Fair! Where I was seen by you, in happy daysgone by.The day your eye did not dare To meet my eye! . t Marguerite now rehearses the first meeting with Faust, his respectful greeting, and hermodest and dignified reply: High born and lovely maid, forgive my hum- Every flower is incense breathing, ble duty; And through the still, evening air Let me your willing slave, attend you home A cloud of dew/ .with perfume wreathing; to-day? Hark! how the/nightingale above No my lord! not a lady am I, nor yet a To every ?glcfwing crimson rose beauty, Fondly rnitahiurs thy love! Not a lady, not a beauty, Faust (urging her): And do not need an arm to help me on Yes! but ctmie! They shall not harm thee! my way! Come away! Faust (in despair): There is yet time to save thee! Come away! If thou lovst me! Marguerite!i Thou shalt not perish! Marguerite (dreamily, her thoughts in the Marguerite (listlessly) : past): , Tis all too

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