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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87060 10-inch,By Giuseppina Huguet, Soprano(In Italian) *68144 12-inch, 1.25 Rosina: A little voice I heard just now: Oh, it has thrilld my very heart!I feel that I am wounded sore; And Lindor twas who hurld the dart.Yes, Lindor, dearest, shall be mine! Ive sworn it, and well never part.My guardian sure will neer consent; But I must sharpen all my wit:Content at last, he will relent, And we, oh, joy! be wedded yet.Yes, Lindor I have sworn to love! And, loving, well our cares forget.
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PHOTO CAMINAOA RUFFO AS THE BARBER Rosina runs out as her guardian and Don Basilio come in.Bartolo is telling Basilio that he wishes to marry his ward, eitherby love or force. Basilio promises to help him, and says thatthe Count is trying to make Rosinas acquaintance. Theydecide to invent some story that will disgrace him. Acalumny! says Basilio. Bartolo asks what that is, and Basilio,in a celebrated air, gives his famous description, which is amodel of its kind. Double-Face J Record—See page 38. 34 VICTROLA BOOK OF THE OPERA —BARBER OF SEVILLE (In Italian) 74104 12-inch, $1.50 It gains new strength, it sweeps alongIn giddier whirl from place to place,And gains fresh vigor in its race;Till, like the sounds of tempests deep,That thro the woods in murmurs sweepAnd howl amid their caverns drear.It shakes the trembling soul with fear.Thus calumny, a simple breath,Engenders ruin, wreck and death;And sinks the wretched man forlorn,Beneath the lash of slander torn,The victim of the publi

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