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Updated: June 10, 2025
For heaven's sake answer plainly "No," if you feel like it. No good temporizing. "Tutti i salmi finiscono in gloria." All the psalms wind up with the Gloria. "As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, World without end. Amen." Well, then, Amen. I hope you say Amen! along with me, dear little reader: if there be any dear little reader who has got so far.
[Footnote 2: "Sonsi i nostri dottori accordati, Pigliando tutti una conclusione, Che que' che son nel ciel glorificati, S' avessin nel pensier compassione De' miseri parenti che dannati Son ne lo inferno in gran confusione, La lor felicit
One sign from thee to Ireland I'll fly; Isolde, she is yours! The adventure delights me!" Curse on the infamous villain! Curse on thy head! Vengeance! Death! Death to us both! She subsides exhausted amidst a stormy tutti of the orchestra with the trombones ff. Br. The music presents no special difficulties in this scene.
The repeat at the end enters ff. after a strong crescendo, and at this point the sustained A is taken over from the violins by the trumpets and given forth with piercing distinctness above the tutti of the orchestra, the effect being one of extraordinary brilliancy. Now comes the point with which we are concerned.
I never saw so many beautiful houses or such dazzling costumes in my life." "It's very fine," said Montague. "But take it slowly and make it last. When one has got used to it, the life seems rather dull and grey." "I am invited to the Wymans' to-night," said Lucy, "to play bridge. Fancy giving a bridge party on Sunday night!" Montague shrugged his shoulders. "Cosi fan tutti," he said.
She was a kind old woman and fond of the twins, who had been left orphans when they were mere babies, but she often thought that surely no grandmother had ever been plagued before, as she was plagued by Tuttu and Tutti. "When they were infants it was easy enough," she would declare to a sympathizing neighbour.
'Cosi fan tutti; and then you would be doing s-such a lot of good, and so l-little harm! Really, it's n-not worth all the sleepless nights you have been spending over it!" "Please stop laughing a minute," Montanelli interrupted, "and tell me how you heard all this. Who has been talking to you about it?" "H-hasn't the colonel e-e-ever told you I am a d-d-devil not a man? No?
Ma nel incontro, it suo destrier trabocca Che al desio non risponde, it corpo infirmo: ......... ......... ......... Tutte le vie, tutti i modi tenta, Ma quel pigre rozzo non però salta Indarno el fren gli scoute e li tormenta E non può far che tenga la testa alta.
The figures were carved by the most skilful wood-carvers of Paris, and the play was written by a pious monk of the Benedictines." The jester seemed not to be listening very attentively. He twirled the stem of the wine-cup in his hand, crooning, "'Fantoccini, fantoccino, Chi s'arrischia baldacchino, Ognuno per se, Diavolo per tutti."
Tutti burst into loud sobs of terror and remorse, but Tuttu took him by the hand and, without speaking, led him away to the house. "Why don't you cry, too, Tuttu?" asked Tutti, stopping his tears to look in astonishment at his brother. "I'm too old," said Tuttu. "Grandmother's quite right, we do behave badly to her." And that was the beginning of a new era for Tuttu.
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