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#137 - Miserere, from Il Trovatore

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Composer:
- Giuseppe Verdi
  (1813-1901), 1853¹⁾
- from the opera Il Trovatore
Title variations:
- misspelled as Trovators
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Instrumental²⁾³⁾
Lyrics:
Voci Interne:
Miserere d'un'alma già vicina
Alla partenza che non ha ritomo!
Miserere di lei, bontà divina,
Preda non sia dell'infernal soggiorno!

Leonora:
Quel suon, quelle preci solenni, funeste,
Empiron quest'aere di cupo terror!…
Contende l'ambascia, che tutta m'investe,
Al labbro il respiro, i palpiti al cor!

Manrico:
dalla torre
Ah, che la morte ognora
È tarda nel venir
A chi desia morir!…
Addio, Leonora!

Leonora:
Oh ciel!… sento mancarmi!

Voci Interne:
Miserere d'un'alma già vicina
Alla partenza che non ha ritorno!
Miserere di lei, bontà divina
Preda non sia dell'infernal soggiorno!

Leonora:
Sull'orrida torre, ah! par che la morte
Con ali di tenebre librando si va!
Ahi! forse dischiuse gli fian queste porte
Sol quando cadaver già freddo sarà!

Manrico:
dalla torre
Sconto col sangue mio
L'amor che posi in te!…
Non ti scordar di me!
Leonora, addio!

Leonora:
Di te, di te scordarmi!!…
Tu vedrai che amore in terra
Mai del mio non fu più forte;
Vinse il fato in aspra guerra,
Vincerà la stessa morte.
O col prezzo di mia vita
La tua vita io salverò,
O con te per sempre unita
Nella tomba io scenderò.
- Salvatore Cammarano
  (1801-1852) (finished by Leone Emanuele Bardare), 1853
Lyrics:
Chorus:
Pray that peace may attend a soul departing,
Whither no care or thought of earth can follow;
Heav'nly mercy allays the pangs of parting,
Look up, beyond this life's delusions hollow.

Leanora:
What voices of terror! For whom are they praying?
With omens of fear unknown they darken the air.
New horrors assail me, my senses are straying,
My vision is dim, is it death that is near?
Ah is it death, is't death that is near?

Troubadour:
Ah! Send thy beams, Aurora,
Light me to early death,
Waft her my longing,
Waft her my latest breath!
I leave thee, Leonora, ah, I leave thee

Leonora:
Oh heav'n! I am distracted!

Chorus:
Pray that peace may attend a soul departing,
Whither no care or thought of earth can follow;
Heav'nly mercy allays the pangs of parting,
Look up, beyond this life's delusions hollow.

Leonora:
Oh night full of anguish,

Chorus:
Heav'n have mercy
what will be thy ending?
on thy spirit!
With lowering pinion
Heav'n have mercy
destruction is near!
on thy spirit,
Oh gloomy foreboding,
Heav'n have mercy
his doom is impending,
We meet not again till his death knell I hear,
Not till his death knell, his knell I hear.
on thy spirit!

Troubadour:
Though here on earth we sever,
Thou wilt remember me:
In realms above, there I will wait for thee,
Leonora mine, we shall not part forever!

Leonora:
Forget thee can I never!

Troubadour:
Tho' here on earth we sever,

Chorus:
Heav'n have mercy
I'm thine, I'm thine forever
Thou wilt remember me,
on thy spirit,
I'm thine forever,
In realms above,
Heav'n have mercy
I'm thine forever,
There I will wait for thee,
Evermore I'm thine,
We part, but not forever,
on thy spirit,
Forget thee can I never!
Tho' here on earth we sever,
Heav'n have mercy
I'm thine, I'm thine forever,
Thou wilt remember me!
on thy spirit,
I'm thine forever, I'm thine forever,
In realms above, there I will wait for thee,
Heav'n have mercy
Evermore I'm thine,
We part, but not forever,
on thy spirit,
I'm thine forever, I'm thine forever, I'm thine!
Leonora mine!
Heav'n have mercy on thy soul!
- (trans. unknown)

¹⁾

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²⁾

Standard Manufacturing Co. brochure

³⁾

Christian Herald brochure

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