Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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ISOLDA. Have I repulsed thee?
TRISTAN. Fraudulent magic, framing deceit! BOTH. Languishing passion, longing and growing, love ever yearning, loftiest glowing! Rapture confess'd rides in each breast! Isolda! Tristan! Tristan! Isolda! World, I can shun thee my love is won me! Thou'rt my thought, all above: highest delight of love! SCENE VII. [_The curtains are now drawn wide apart; the whole ship is covered with knights and sailors, who, with shouts of joy, make signs over towards the shore which is now seen to be quite near, with castle-crowned cliffs. Tristan and Isolda remain absorbed in mutual contemplation, perceiving nothing that is passing_.] BRANGÆNA (_to the women, who at her bidding ascend from below_). Quick--the mantle! the royal robe!-- |
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