Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 7-8John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1856 |
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... less , often senseless delivery of masterworks , which for sheer thumping and thrashing cannot be comprehended , or else of mediocre produc- tions , which do not gain value by a momentary success . The fledgings remain strangers to all ...
... less , often senseless delivery of masterworks , which for sheer thumping and thrashing cannot be comprehended , or else of mediocre produc- tions , which do not gain value by a momentary success . The fledgings remain strangers to all ...
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... less does she court our sympathies . A devout , believing and submissive priestess of the Delphian god , with trembling fidelity she performs his worship . Tremulously careful not to miss an iota of the ora- cle to be announced , not to ...
... less does she court our sympathies . A devout , believing and submissive priestess of the Delphian god , with trembling fidelity she performs his worship . Tremulously careful not to miss an iota of the ora- cle to be announced , not to ...
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... less powerfully brilliant than the one played last week , had a sympathetic , soul - ful quality of tone , well suited to the moist , lake - like atmosphere , and tranquil picturing of all the first half of the overture . The effects ...
... less powerfully brilliant than the one played last week , had a sympathetic , soul - ful quality of tone , well suited to the moist , lake - like atmosphere , and tranquil picturing of all the first half of the overture . The effects ...
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... less , my discourse will of necessity be desultory - set- ting at defiance , for the most part , all chrono- logical and logical sequence . Says a distinguished writer : " To an American visiting Europe the brief voyage he has to make ...
... less , my discourse will of necessity be desultory - set- ting at defiance , for the most part , all chrono- logical and logical sequence . Says a distinguished writer : " To an American visiting Europe the brief voyage he has to make ...
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... less pre- tending and their executive claims less difficult than Beethoven's . ' The Opera Comique has given a work of the Prince de la Moskowa , who is quite a learned musician , loves good music , and has much excellent taste ; he has ...
... less pre- tending and their executive claims less difficult than Beethoven's . ' The Opera Comique has given a work of the Prince de la Moskowa , who is quite a learned musician , loves good music , and has much excellent taste ; he has ...
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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...