Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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page 43 of 90 (47%)
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Tread out the torch's
trembling gleam, that night may envelop all with her veil. Already her peace reigns o'er hill and hall, her rapturous awe the heart does enthral; allow then the light to fall! Let but its dread lustre die! let my beloved draw nigh! BRANGÆNA. The light of warning suppress not! Let it remind thee of peril!-- Ah, woe's me! Woe's me! Fatal folly! The fell pow'r of that potion! That I framed a fraud for once thy orders to oppose! Had I been deaf and blind, thy work were then thy death: but thy distress, thy distraction of grief, my work has contrived them, I own it! ISOLDA. Thy--act? O foolish girl! |
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