Wagner - Tannhäuser - Venus- Canst thou so soon weary of the blisses - The Victrola book of the opera

Wagner - Tannhäuser - Venus: "Canst thou so soon weary of the blisses, That love immortal hath cast arount thee!"
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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with its rising tide of sensual sounds. This motive continues with terrible persistence, lead-ing into Tannhausers hymn to Venus, after which the enchanting Venus motive returns andis developed with various changes. The tide now changes again and the majestic pilgrimtheme predominates, finally reaching a climax in the final hymn of triumph. •480 VICTROLA BOOK OF THE OPERA — WAGNERS TANNHAUSER
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Venus: Canst thou so soon weary of the blisses,That love immortal hath cast around thee! * ACT ISCENE I— The Hill of Venus—Nymphs, Sirens, Naiads and Bacchantes dancing or recliningThe rising of the curtain discloses Venus reclining on a couch gazing tenderly atTannhauser, who is in a dejected attitude. The goddess asks him why he is melancholy,and he tells her he is weary of pleasure and would see the earth again. She reproves himfondly:Venus: What! art thou wavring? Why these vain lamentings?Canst thou so soon weary of the blissesThat love immortal hath cast round thee?Can it be—dost thou now repent that thourt divine?Hast thou soon forgotten how thy heart wasmourning, He rouses himself and sings the Praise to Venus, but it is a forced effort, and throwingdown his harp he exclaims: Till by me thou wert consoled? My minstrel, come, let not thy harp be silent; Recall the rapture—sing the praise and bliss of loveIn tones that won for thee loves self to be thy slave!Of love sing