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Updated: June 25, 2025
The morning after the ball at Count Walther Puck's, Euchar received a note from Ludwig, running as follows: "Dearest and most beloved friend, I am utterly miserable. I am stricken by destiny. It is all over with me! I am dashed down from the flowery summit of the fairest hope into the blackest and most fathomless abyss of the deepest despair.
Judges tell me it is an excellent Salvator Rosa." "So it is!" exclaimed old Walther, with enthusiasm in his looks. "Ay, that is a glorious prize! A happy chance to light upon it so unexpectedly. Yes, my dear departed friend had treasures in his house, and did not know himself all he was master of."
It seems like the olden days come back! You can hardly think," to Walther, "how glad I am! As willingly indeed as ever I lent you my assistance to sell your land, I will receive you in the guild!" "What man is that?" Beckmesser almost barks, catching sight of Walther. Suspiciously he observes him: "I do not like him.... What is he doing here?
Amid what strange thoughts, and expectations, did she select her best attire; "Might she not be mistaken in Erich? Had he understood her? Had she rightly interpreted him?" Walther was impatient, and counted the moments; at last Sophia came back.
Walther appears; and Eva chants a melody that is surely first cousin to one of the greatest in Euryanthe. As we get on we find it harder to give any adequate idea of the enchantment of the thing.
I have used it much, in conjunction with the latest editions of Geikie, Le Conte, and Lupparent, and such recent manuals as Walther, De Launay, Suess, etc., and the geological magazines.
Now it's a machine that can't either think or feel." "We can't fight the times, Herr Walther," said John, cheerfully. "The automobile like the railway has come to stay." "I suppose so, but the noble Count Kratzek returns. Take his horse." John went forward and held the bridle after the young Austrian had dismounted.
He was so courteous about insisting that I should play more, I ran through a bit of "Meistersinger," he seemed so truly a young Walther, and then discovered another little song that he has not published, "Too Late for Love and Loving," full of a kind of pathos that it seems impossible youth could understand. But I suppose that is where genius comes in.
Tannhäuser springs to his feet, the old contemptuousness toward these companions, compends of density, conventionality, and hypocrisy! curving his lip. "Oh, Walther, singing as you have done, how direly have you misrepresented love! Through such languors and timidities as you describe, the world would unmistakably go dry!
We have had up to now the joy and beauty of the night, the aroma of the trees, and all the warmth of Sachs' artist's heart as he dwells on Walther's song of spring: now the human element comes in and is reflected in the music. Eva wants to know whether there is any hope for Walther or any chance of help from Sachs, and she tries to find out without fully disclosing the secret of her love.
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