Werner's Magazine: A Magazine of Expression, Volume 20Werner's Magazine Company, 1898 |
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... hand , he must know languages - Latin , Greek , French , German , and Italian , and he must be acquainted with mod- ern scientific methods of historical and critical investigation . In short , the ideal music critic should be a pro ...
... hand , he must know languages - Latin , Greek , French , German , and Italian , and he must be acquainted with mod- ern scientific methods of historical and critical investigation . In short , the ideal music critic should be a pro ...
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... hands be- hind , and touch the forehead and the chest , to the wall , hollow the back . by drawing back the hips ... hand placed between chest and wall . Practice this exercise several times each day . Hold the position , at first ...
... hands be- hind , and touch the forehead and the chest , to the wall , hollow the back . by drawing back the hips ... hand placed between chest and wall . Practice this exercise several times each day . Hold the position , at first ...
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... hand . high , palm out and up . The left toe clings . Strive to carry the upward- pressing hand and the clinging toe as far apart as possible . Reverse and repeat . 112. Mercury Poise . - Bring weight on forward foot as before . The ...
... hand . high , palm out and up . The left toe clings . Strive to carry the upward- pressing hand and the clinging toe as far apart as possible . Reverse and repeat . 112. Mercury Poise . - Bring weight on forward foot as before . The ...
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... hand with such true passion As at this loveless knife that stirs the riot , Which it will quench in blood ! Slave , if he love thee , Arise , Thy life is worth the wrestle for it . And dash thyself against me that I may slay thee ! The ...
... hand with such true passion As at this loveless knife that stirs the riot , Which it will quench in blood ! Slave , if he love thee , Arise , Thy life is worth the wrestle for it . And dash thyself against me that I may slay thee ! The ...
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... hand on LEO's arm ] . Now , now , confess the truth : I sang still better to the very end- All save the trill ; I gave that up to you , To bite and growl at . Why , you said your- self , Each time I sang , it seemed new doors were oped ...
... hand on LEO's arm ] . Now , now , confess the truth : I sang still better to the very end- All save the trill ; I gave that up to you , To bite and growl at . Why , you said your- self , Each time I sang , it seemed new doors were oped ...
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Page 12 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Page 11 - Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers '"Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
Page 263 - Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, — E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive.
Page 116 - Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, To Him round whom all souls Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads Bowed with their aureoles; And angels meeting us shall sing To their citherns and citoles.
Page 115 - The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Page 74 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 205 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 12 - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
Page 4 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Page 53 - Do you not come your tardy son to chide, . That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by The important acting of your dread command ? O, say ! Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.