Arias:
A soldier's life, Count Arnheim's aria from The Bohemian Girl
A soldier's life
Has seen of strife
In all its forms so much,
That no gentler theme
The world will deem
A soldier's heart can touch;
[Chorus]
Away to the hill and glen,
Where the hunter's belted men
With bugles shake the air!
[Solo]
Ah; who can tell, save he who feels
The care a parent's love reveals,
How dear, fond thing, thou art
To this lone, widowed heart!
[Chorus and soloist together]
Away to the hill and glen,
Where the hunter's belted men
With bugles shake the air!
The heart bowed down, Count Arnheim's aria from The Bohemian Girl
Whate'er the scenes the present hour
calls forth before the sight,
They lose their splendor when compared
with scenes of past delight!
The heart bowed down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse while they flow,
That can no comfort bring,
With those exciting scenes will blend,
O'er pleasure's pathway thrown;
But mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own.
The mind will, in its worst despair,
Still ponder o'er the past,
On moments of delight that were
Too beautiful to last.
To long departed years extend
Its visions with them flown;
For mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own.
