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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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n win it from us, and lightly. Some have gone into the grovesand now return in flower dresses, ap-pearing like flowers themselves. Theyplayfully quarrel for possession of Par-sifal, who stands looking about him inquiet enjoyment of the scene. Hefinally gently repulses them, saying : Parsifal: Ye wild crowd of beautiful flowers,If I am to play, ye must widen yourbowers. As they push closer to him hebecomes angry and tries to flee, but hisattention is suddenly arrested as Kundrycalls, Parsifal, tarry! He stops inastonishment, saying: Parsifal: Parsifal . . .? So once, when dreaming, my mother called me.Kundrys Voice: Here bide thee, Parsifal! Where joy and gladness on thee shall fall. _Ye frivolous wantons, leave him in peace:Flowrs soon to be faded,He came not here for your delight!Go home, tend the wounded:Lonely awaits you many a knight. Gently laughing, they disappear into the Castle. The form of Kundry now becomesvisible as a woman of exquisite beauty, reclining on a flowery couch.
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But ParsifalShunned their circle of entwining armsWith gentle gestures.—Act II. Parsifal: What callest thou me, who am nameless? Kundry: I named thee, foolish pure one, Fal parsiThou, guileless fool, art Parsifal.So cried, when in Arabias land he expired,Thy father, Gamuret, unto his son. Who then the daylight had not greeted:Twas by this name he, dying, called thee.Here have I tarried this but to disclose:What drew thee here if not desire to know?Parsifal: I saw neer, I pictured neer what here I see, and which impresses me with awe. And bloomest thou too in this flower garden? Ich sah das Kind (I Saw the Child) By Margarete Matzenauer, Contralto (In German) 88364 12-inch, $3.00 Tenderly gazing at the now attentive youth, she begins, softly: Kundry: I saw the child upon its mothers breast; Its infant lisping laughs yet in my ear: Though filled with sadness, How laughed then even Hearts Affliction, When, shouting gladness, It gave her sorrows contradiction! In beds of moss twas softl

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