Il Tabarro

Il Tabarro

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 edition. Excerpt: ... silenzio e vi dannate per l'eternita! La Vergine vi ascolta e Lei vi giudicai La Zia Principessa: Or son due anni venne colpito da fiero morbo.... Tutto fu fatto per salvarlo. Suor Angelica: E morto? (La zia curva il capo e tace): AhI Very often at night In our chapel at home I kneel in prayer In the stillness of that religious solitude I feel my spirit sallying forth from me To encounter the spirit of your mother I In ethereal and lofty reverie! 'Tis sad and painful To hear the dead's long sighs when they bemoan I When the mystical vision fades away Of you remains in me one thought alone: For her sin she must pay!.... Now offer to the Virgin My sternest justice! Sister Angelica: All have I offered her yes all I had! But there's an offer I can never make! To that Mother, the sweetest of all Mothers I cannot offer to forget.... my son. My son!.... my darling son! The sweet, dear baby torn away from me Whom I have seen and kissed but once! My darling child! My darling child so distant! This is the word expected By me for seven years! Do speak to me of him! Tell me what he looks like! Hasn't he the sweetest face? Are not his eyes like stars? Do speak to me of him Of my son.... of my son! (A pause. The old lady does not answer while gazing at the dis-tracted mother): Why don't you speak? Why don't you speak? Another instant of this gruesome silence And for all time you'll damn your cruel souU The Virgin, is there listening. She will judge! The Princess: 'Tis now two years The child was stricken By fatal sickness.... No care was spared to save his life. Sister Angelica: He's dead? (The aunt silently bends her head): Ah! (Suor Angelica, con un grido, cade di schianto in terra, in avanti, col volto sulle, mani. La zia si alza come more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236867092
  • 9781236867094