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Composer: Michael William Balfe
Description: daughter of Count Arnheim, raised in a gypsy camp
Voice Part: soprano
Vocal Fach: lyric soprano
Arias:
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls - from Act II, Scene 1. Range: 4D#/Eb - 5G    Extras: Libretto entered by
Come with the Gipsy bride - from Act II, Scene 2. Range: 4D#/Eb - 5G#/Ab    Extras: Libretto entered by
Oh, what full delight - from Act III. Range: 4C - 5A#/Bb    Extras: Libretto entered by
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, Arline's aria from The Bohemian Girl

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls,
That I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches too great to count, could boast
Of a high ancestral name;
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most,
That you loved me still the same.

I dreamt that suitors sought my hand,
That knights upon bended knee,
And with vows no maiden heart could withstand,
They pledged their faith to me.
And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim;
But I also dreamt, which charmed me most,
That you loved me still the same.
Come with the Gipsy bride, Arline's aria from The Bohemian Girl

Come with the Gipsy bride,
And repair to the fair,
Where the mazy dance
Will the hours entrance!

Come with the Gipsy bride,
Where souls as light preside!
Life can give nothing beyond
One heart you know to be fond,
Wealth with its hoards cannot buy
The peace content can supply,
And rank in its halls cannot find
The calm of a happy mind.

Come with the Gipsy bride,
And repair to the fair,
Where the mazy dance
Will the hours entrance!

Love is the first thing to clasp,
But if he escape your grasp,
Friendship will then be at hand,
In the young rogue's place to stand,
Hope will then be nothing loath
To point out the way to both.

Come with the Gipsy bride,
And repair to the fair,
Where the mazy dance
Will the hours entrance!
Oh, what full delight, Arline's aria from The Bohemian Girl

Oh, what full delight
Through my bosom thrills,
And a wilder glow
In my heart instills!
Bliss unfelt before,
Hope without alloy,
Speak with raptured tone
Of my heart the joy.
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