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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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nd altars; Mothers, old men and children he slew.Aida: Ah! well I remember those unhappy days. I remember the grief that my heart suffered.Amonasro: Then delay not. In arms now is roused Our people—everything is ready— Victory we shall have. It only remains for meto know What path the enemy will follow.Aida: Who will be able to discover it? Whoever?Amonasro: Thyself! Rhadames will come soon—he loves thee— He leads the Egyptians. Dost thou understand?Aida: Horror! What dost thou counsel me? No, no! Su, dunque ! (Up, Then !) By Johanna Gadski and Pasquale Amato (Italian) 89068 12-inch, $4.00 With growing excitement he describes the consequences of her refusal. Amonasro (with savage rage):Up, then! Rise, Egyptian legions!With fire destroy our cities—Spread terror, carnage and death.To your fury there is no longer check! Aida: Ah, father!Amonasro (repulsing her): My daughter Dost thou call thyself?Aida (terrified and suppliant): Pity! 24 VICTROLA BOOK OF THE OPERA —VERDIS AIDA
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AIDA SUNG AT THE FOOT OF THE PYRAMIDS Amonasro: Rivers of blood pour On the cities of the vanquished— Seeth thou? From the black gulfs The dead are raised— To thee they point and cry; For thee the country dies!A i da : Pity !Amonasro: A horrible ghost Among the shadows to us approaches-Tremble! the fleshless arms Over thy head it raised— It is thy mother—recognize her— She curses thee! Rhadames now enters and tries to embrace her, but shrepulses him, saying bitterly: Aida: The rites of another love awaitThou spouse of Amneris! Aida (in the greatest terror): Ah, no! Father!Amonasro (repulsing her) : Go, unworthy one! Thourt not my offspring Thou art the slave of the Pharaohs!Aida (yielding): Father, their slave I am not— Reproach me not—curse me not; Thy daughter again thou canst call me— Of my country I will be worthy!Amonasro: Courage! he comes—there, I shall hear all. (Conceals himself among the palm trees.) thee,but she bids him He protests that he loves Aida alon

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