Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 7-8John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1856 |
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... friends fre- quently found themselves moved to help her to elude the watchfulness of the school tyrant , so that she gained a few free moments , when his back was turned , to take the little purring favor- into her lap and stroke them ...
... friends fre- quently found themselves moved to help her to elude the watchfulness of the school tyrant , so that she gained a few free moments , when his back was turned , to take the little purring favor- into her lap and stroke them ...
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... friend in Paris , is translated , by the London Musical World from Le Ménestrel . ] It is now nearly five months since I left her tomb , and I am still as broken - hearted and mise- rable as on the day of her death . The generous but ...
... friend in Paris , is translated , by the London Musical World from Le Ménestrel . ] It is now nearly five months since I left her tomb , and I am still as broken - hearted and mise- rable as on the day of her death . The generous but ...
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... friend with a vindictive pertinacity , of which only organ grinders are ca- pable , he - the tortured friend and musician - was surprised at the appearance of a dashing equi- page threading the humble street in which he re- sided . So ...
... friend with a vindictive pertinacity , of which only organ grinders are ca- pable , he - the tortured friend and musician - was surprised at the appearance of a dashing equi- page threading the humble street in which he re- sided . So ...
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... friend : " On the whole , after reflecting upon the matter , I think our septuor won't do ! " I prefer a monologue ! " For the third time the whole piece must be recast ! That day Scribe thought seriously of suicide . All the other ...
... friend : " On the whole , after reflecting upon the matter , I think our septuor won't do ! " I prefer a monologue ! " For the third time the whole piece must be recast ! That day Scribe thought seriously of suicide . All the other ...
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... friends in Germany . He intends to return to us in about three months . English papers state that Sir HENRY R. BISHOP , husband of ANNA BISHOP , and composer of all those fine glees and English operas , is now living in a state of ...
... friends in Germany . He intends to return to us in about three months . English papers state that Sir HENRY R. BISHOP , husband of ANNA BISHOP , and composer of all those fine glees and English operas , is now living in a state of ...
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Page 91 - White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee, chee,...
Page 43 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Page 43 - Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Page 124 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play.' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Page 91 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 43 - The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace...
Page 125 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Page 124 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 91 - Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight! There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nice good wife, that never goes out, Keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 124 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood. As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all...