Anna Bolena is a tragic opera (tragedia lirica) in two acts composed by Gaetano Donizetti. Felice Romani wrote the Italian libretto after Ippolito Pindemonte’s. Enrico. VIII, re d’Inghilterra [ ♂ ]. basso [ Filippo Galli, ♂ ]. Anna. Bolena, moglie di Enrico VIII [ ♀ ]. soprano [ Giuditta Pasta, ♀ ]. Giovanna. Seymour, damigella. Anna Bolena Libretto Series: Opera Composer: Gaetano Donizetti Inventory #HL ISBN: UPC: Publisher Code.
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Smeaton throws himself at Anna’s feet and says that he accused her in the belief that he was saving her life. My sorrow is not one that is matched by my face: Si aprono le porte, esce Hervey.
Heaven prevent the weak and inexperienced heart from letting itself be either seduced or overcome by hope or by fear; let it never allow him to forget that the ana is the King. At your feet, pierced and dead I will fall if you ask for it but grant only that I remain and sigh Near to yousuffering and pain are contentment to me.
A rival of mine happy! Recording s of Anna Bolena on operadis-opera-discography. Each leaves by a different door.
Giovanna returns from the departments of the Queen. Giuditta Pasta in the title role.
Do you wish infamy and death? Seymour, Seymour herself has distanced herself from her. What I see my own eyes can scarcely believe. Non mi obliasti tu? Oh, how swiftly the lightening descends on her head! Have you respected the royal rank?
And does he hold anja to be so cowardly, so false, that I would want to live when she dies, she who is innocent! Anna Bolena – Hervey enters and says that the king has pardoned them. And does rumour speak true?
Jane leaves greatly afflicted. Anna e detti, indi Hervey con soldati. Anna and Percy leave between the soldiers.
I Pari unanim i sciolsero i regi nodi In me, the desire to see you was stronger than the desire to rest. Sire…my remorse guides me to your feet. Let this oppressed heart recover itself for a bit. The first blow has descended; the one who stuck it hides himself.
Does the throne alone concern you?
Hervey and the guards. Tell him that in this heart the flame is as sacred as my love is pure which is born of virtue, tell him that in my heart amidst my woes, honour speaks. She tells him that the king now loathes her. Dio che mi vedi in core, mi volgo a te May a royal husband not cost me further remorse Kibretto beg of you.