Historic Sheet Music Collection

Authors

Teresa Truffi

Document Type

Score

Publication Date

1848

Comments

Teresa Truffi

New York. Published by Atwill 201 Broadway

Alfin son tua Our life more blest shall be : as sung by Signorina Truffi in Lucia di Lammermoor; composed by Donizetti

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Lyrics

M'odi ah m'odi Hear, oh hear me : finale to the tragic opera Lucrezia Borgia

Hear, oh hear me,
I now implore thee,
Tho' dread horrors here surround thee,
Tho' a thousand deaths before me,
With their horrors with their horrors dread are around me,
I entreat thee, my pray'r to listen,
Ah! why thus cruel dost thou prove,
Then is safety now drink and save thee,
Ah, 'twill ever truly show thy mother's love;
The time is flying,
Ah, dearest yield thee,
oh, let thy mother's pray'r thy stubborn heart now move,
Ah, dearest yield thee,
the time is flying,
oh, let thy mother's pray'r thy subborn heart now move,
dearest, yield thee dearest.
Come Gennaro yield thee dearest,
'Twas my son, my only blessing,
Whom the fury of heav'n appeasing,
In his innocence and dressing,
That blest throne my pardon gain'd,
Hope forever has now departed,
E'en my fond heart with grief is dying,
On my head heavns lightning have darted.
On the grovling earth while lying,
On my head heavn's bolt darted.
In the dust my fate I wait, in grief I wait.

Ah! yes Im thine love,
And now thou'rt mine love,
Joys so divine love,
Heavn's goodness gives to me;
Each tender pleasure beaming with thee, with thee,
While round us teeming,
With hopes and joys abiding,
Our life more blest shall be,
Our life more blest, more blest shall be,
With hopes abiding, with hopes abiding,
Our life more blest shall be more blest shall be.

Brightly the moon shines on Lake Mahopac,
O'er its wave skims the fairy like skiff;
Music is wafting its strain from afar,
And a youth there sand with his light
Guitar, Ah! ma belle listen! listen list now,
Tis thy lover who sings fair maid,
Ah! ma belle listen! listen list now,
Tis thy lover who sings, who sings fair maid,
Ah! ma belle listen now,
Tis thy lover who sings.

Ev'ry wave mirrors forth thy bright c harms,
And the soft gales they whisper of love,
And the wild wood echoes my sighs,
As so lightly we bound, we bound o'er the lake.
Ah! ma belle listen, listen list now,
Tis thy lover who sings, who sings, fair maid,
Ah! ma belle listen now,
Tis thy lover who sings.

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