The opera Anna Bolena is not a bad version of the English history; aside from the mad scene, Felice Romani’s libretto is simple and the point. Anna Bolena, Paolo Fabbri,ed. includes links to various online libretto sites. Opera Rara have started to include librettos and English. Listing is confusing. Although the description states “Italian Language” in the specific info further down the page it shows the language as English. I assusmed .

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Anna Bolena

Hearing that she is to be executed, they choose to be executed also. Why don’t you tune your harp?

They convey a low sound like the groan cut short of a heart that dies…it is my broken heart which sighs its last prayer to Heaven. I alone ruined you, curse me… coming forward and kneeling at Anna’s feet. I hate her all the more henceforth. The leading female characters of the latter three operas are often referred to as “the Three Donizetti Queens.

And from where in you comes such a strange proposal, Boena lady? It proved to be one of Callas’ greatest triumphs. The penalty, you see, I have paid the full penalty for it: Parliament has unanimously unbound the royal knot… Anna, an unfaithful wife, is condemned to death, and with her, everyone who was an accomplice and instigator. Summoning attendants, he says that these libreetto have betrayed their king.

Was she so impudent as to advise me to villainy? I tremble to say it… yet say it I must. Potessi almen ritrarre da questo abisso il piede; e far che il tempo corso non fosse.


Seymour will have no rival, as the sun has no rival. Misero e quale speme or libfetto seduce? Many serious cares weigh on my heart.

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ligretto The King awaits me…the altar is lit up and bedecked with flowers. Little by little, Percy places himself so that Henry can see him. Come il cuor mi colpi! All those present array themselves in two lines.

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Anna says to herself that her fate is sealed. She is incisive in the two big duets, first with Enrico, then in act 2 with Anna. I can barely stand up. I deserve to fall. Villainy to her Queen! False couple, I do not call down the final vengeance in this terrible hour; I go down into the open grave which awaits me with pardon on my lips, May they obtain mercy and favour for me in the engpish of a God of pity.

Come, unhappy friend, this is the only comfort which remains to me, to embrace you and die. My presence would llibretto inappropriate. I heard her; I have her tears in my heart, have englisb on her and thus on me; I do not want to be the cause of her death, nor can I be… My king must have my final farewell. Built on the Johns Hopkins University Campus.

He’s been enclosed with them for a whole hour. No skill on earth or human strength can allay it now.

Slay me yourself but don’t exhibit me, O Sire, to the shame of judgement: I accused you believing I would save your life, and I was pushed to lie by an insane desire, a hope, which I have held repressed in my heart for a whole year. The sound of drums can be heard.

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I will leave, but first tell me, will I see you? I prostrate myself at your feet.

Percy says that he still loves her. Ultimo sia questo colloquio nostro From that day in which I lost her I went in desperation, into exile, from that day when I crossed the sea, my death began Every ray of light was changed for me I separated myself from the living, every land on which I came to rest seemed a tomb to me.

They also do a blog http: I dare not raise my eyes to her, nor can I make bold to speak. To you, Supreme Judge, the sentence is committed.

Without cookies your experience may not be seamless. The hunt is assembling… Be quiet: Non io, sol denno i giudici la tua discolpa udir. The afflicted lady weeps…Alas!

Inopportuna or fora la mia presenza.

Non fia, non fia che qui deserta io moia! Io sfido dotta la potenza. If only I had never offered you those deadly oaths which doomed me; to expiate them, O Sire I will go into a bolean exile where no living glance may reach where no one may hear the sound of my sighs but Heaven.