Arias:
Bliss forever past, the Gypsy Queen's aria from The Bohemian Girl
O would that I had died ere now,
For then I had not felt
The bitter pang, the crushing blow,
Thy cruel words have dealt!
I've but one solace, heaven grant
It cheer me to the last!
'Tis sad, fond memory, faithful still
To bliss forever past.
But no! but no! not one poor ray
Of comfort will be mine;
No gleam of hope, however faint,
Will through my sorrow shine!
That sorrow is so sharp, so great,
Its power so deep, so vast,
That even the memory will it crush
Of bliss forever past.
Love smiles but to deceive, the Gypsy Queen's aria from The Bohemian Girl
'Tis gone, the past was all a dream,
The light of life is o'er;
The hope that once so bright did seem
Now shines for me no more,
now shines for me no more.
Ah! foolish heart, without a thought,
In joy that didst believe,
Nor knew, what many a tale has taught,
Love smiles but to deceive,
love smiles, love smiles to deceive,
love smiles to deceive.
No more I'll join the dance and song,
Or mingle with the gay,
And, happy as the day is long,
Beguile the hours away,
beguile the hours away.
I'll seek me out some silent spot
In solitude to grieve,
And learn, what many a tale has taught,
Love smiles but to deceive,
love smiles, love smiles to deceive,
love smiles to deceive.
