Dwight's Journal of Music, Հատորներ 13-14D.L. Balch, 1859 |
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... voice I had so vainly soughtfull , mellow , touching - chanting an evening hymn to the Virgin . As midnight struck the voice ceased . " The next day I could hardly attend to my business . The voice haunted me . I scanned the faces of my ...
... voice I had so vainly soughtfull , mellow , touching - chanting an evening hymn to the Virgin . As midnight struck the voice ceased . " The next day I could hardly attend to my business . The voice haunted me . I scanned the faces of my ...
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... voice , having once been in Italy and there acquired the habit of forcing more sound out of their lungs than nature intended they should . His music " I never went to Italy myself for that very reason . After having heard all the modern ...
... voice , having once been in Italy and there acquired the habit of forcing more sound out of their lungs than nature intended they should . His music " I never went to Italy myself for that very reason . After having heard all the modern ...
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... voice and style just suited it , and Mr. JUNG- NICKEL played the ' cello part with great taste . 7. Prayer , by Weber . Körner's " Prayer before Battle ; " a solemn and inspiring part - song . Part Second . 1. Psalm xxIII . " The Lord ...
... voice and style just suited it , and Mr. JUNG- NICKEL played the ' cello part with great taste . 7. Prayer , by Weber . Körner's " Prayer before Battle ; " a solemn and inspiring part - song . Part Second . 1. Psalm xxIII . " The Lord ...
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... Voice , O Spring ! I hear thy voice , O Spring ! Its flute - like tones are floating through the air , Winning my soul , with their wild ravishing , From earth's heart weary care . Divinely sweet thy song- But yet methinks , as near the ...
... Voice , O Spring ! I hear thy voice , O Spring ! Its flute - like tones are floating through the air , Winning my soul , with their wild ravishing , From earth's heart weary care . Divinely sweet thy song- But yet methinks , as near the ...
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... voice , of singing carelessly , of being cold , in a word , of not working as hard as her associates . Mme . Bosio is now the first cantatrice of Europe . She is , said lately one of your friends , the only one of the " great company ...
... voice , of singing carelessly , of being cold , in a word , of not working as hard as her associates . Mme . Bosio is now the first cantatrice of Europe . She is , said lately one of your friends , the only one of the " great company ...
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Էջ 97 - WHERE sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep : Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast ; Her face is toward the west, The purple land.
Էջ 189 - Suppose that I were to visit a cottage, and to see its walls lined with the choicest pictures of Raphael, and every spare nook filled with statues of the most exquisite workmanship, and that I were to learn that neither man, woman, nor child, ever cast an eye at these miracles of art, how should I feel their privation ; how should I want to open their eyes, and to help them to comprehend and feel the loveliness and grandeur which in vain courted their notice ! But every husbandman is living in sight...
Էջ 9 - A FAREWELL MY fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey: Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Էջ 204 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more ? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
Էջ 167 - United States! the ages plead — Present and Past in under-song — Go put your creed into your deed, Nor speak with double tongue. For sea and land don't understand, Nor skies without a frown See rights for which the one hand fights By the other cloven down.
Էջ 128 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.
Էջ 189 - ... tends to give a grossness to the mind. From the diffusion of the sense of beauty in ancient Greece, and of the taste for music in modern Germany, we learn that the people at large may partake of refined gratifications, which have hitherto been thought to be necessarily restricted to a few.
Էջ 119 - That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height, Not an inch of his body is free from delight ; Can he keep himself still, if he would ? oh, not he ! The music stirs in him like wind through a tree.
Էջ 189 - Beauty is an all-pervading presence. It unfolds in the numberless flowers of the spring. It waves in the branches of the trees and the green blades of grass. It haunts the depths of the earth and sea, and gleams out in the hues of the shell and the precious stone.
Էջ 205 - THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts...