Gounod - Roméo et Juliette - Amelita Galli-Curci as Juliet - The Victrola book of the opera

Gounod - Roméo et Juliette - Amelita Galli-Curci as Juliet
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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r Of blooming roses perennial, Holy and dear confession, Mystery sweet of love. No more enraptured moments Are found in Heavn above!(Day breaks; a lark is heard.) Wilt begone?—Nay, not yet!Romeo (rising) : But harken, Dearest Juliet, tis the lark thou hearest, The herald of morn.Juliet (restraining him): No! tis not yet near day, Twas no lark pierced thine ear, love. But the strain thou dost hear From the pomegranate rising Is the nightingales note That she nightly sings there!Romeo: Nay, tis the lark, alas! Early herald of morn; look, love, What envious streaks, clouds in the east Are lacing! now nights candles Are burning palely: on the mountains, On tip-toe standeth jocund day; I must begone—or die!Juliet: No, love, it is not day— Rather some wandering meteor For thee the suns exhaled, as a torch On thy way! Stay, then, stay! (They embrace passionately.) Ah, tu dis vrai (Ah, Thou Wert Right) By Berthe Cesar, Soprano, and Leon Campagnola, Tenor (In French) 55088 12-inch, $1.50
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COPYT INTfcRNATIONAL Fl GALLI-CURCI AS JULIET Juliet: Ah, thou wert right, it is day! Go! hie hence away—tarry no longer!Romeo: No, no! tis not yet near day, Twas no lark pierced thy ear, love; Twas the nightingales note On the pomegranate tree!Juliet: Nay! tis the lark, alas, early herald ofmorn, Love, now leave me!Romeo: One kiss more, and I go!Both: But now indeed farewell! For dawn doth end the spell With young love glowing, And thou, my souls delight, Afar art going!Juliet: Oh, fortune, grant Though we part now in sorrow, Our love may blossom More brightly to-morrow!Romeo: Farewell!—lo, it is morning.Both: Farewell, my love, my soul! (Romeo goes off the balcony. Juliet watcheshis descent.)Juliet: Farewell, oh dear one! Angels above, To you I now confide my love! He finally departs after a tender farewell, just as Capulet and Friar Laurence enter to tellher that it was Tybalts dying wish that she should marry Paris. Left alone with the goodpriest she tells him she will die rat