Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 1-2John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1853 |
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... Harmony , The Kingdom of Gat is said by Harper , Thomas , Notice of , ... Harvard Musical As ociation , Libra ublic in general , Haydn , Joseph , His Life and Music , art only . nds her , aban- Haydn , Joseph , Facsimile of his visiting ...
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... harmony , A boundless joy runs through me , as a tide Filling the sandy channels and low shores Left by the ebb of feelings that depart , And the dull slime of tame monotonous hours . Thy dear delicious voice , Harp of my heart , Hath ...
... harmony , A boundless joy runs through me , as a tide Filling the sandy channels and low shores Left by the ebb of feelings that depart , And the dull slime of tame monotonous hours . Thy dear delicious voice , Harp of my heart , Hath ...
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... harmony in all things , in order to be fit for freedom . And it is encourag- ing , amid so many dark and wild signs of the times , that this artistic sentiment is beginning to ally itself with our progressive energies and make our homes ...
... harmony in all things , in order to be fit for freedom . And it is encourag- ing , amid so many dark and wild signs of the times , that this artistic sentiment is beginning to ally itself with our progressive energies and make our homes ...
Pagina 11
... harmony of the sub- lime church music with the sublime act , which it accompanies ? Hear those voices , rising one after the other in slow and sustained tones ; they inter- twine and separate like the spiral wreaths of incense rising ...
... harmony of the sub- lime church music with the sublime act , which it accompanies ? Hear those voices , rising one after the other in slow and sustained tones ; they inter- twine and separate like the spiral wreaths of incense rising ...
Pagina 12
... harmony of the spheres would then be a song of innumerable themes , as many as there are separate , and yet united worlds , to sing the praise of the Father of all worlds . [ To be continued . ] A Reminiscence of Bosio . [ From a ...
... harmony of the spheres would then be a song of innumerable themes , as many as there are separate , and yet united worlds , to sing the praise of the Father of all worlds . [ To be continued . ] A Reminiscence of Bosio . [ From a ...
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Dwight's Journal of Music: A Paper of Art and Literature, Volumes 23-24 John Sullivan Dwight Volledige weergave - 1865 |
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Pagina 18 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 132 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Pagina 99 - But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales ; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all — • Stirring the air with such a harmony, That should you close your eyes, you might almost Forget it was not day ! On moon-lit bushes.
Pagina 99 - Glides through the pathways; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...
Pagina 99 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Pagina 74 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Pagina 132 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Pagina 74 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Pagina 43 - May sun sheds an amber light On new-leaved woods and lawns between ; But she who, with a smile more bright, Welcomed and watched the springing green, Is in her grave, Low in her grave. The fair white blossoms of the wood In groups beside the pathway stand ; But one, the gentle and the good, Who cropped them with a fairer hand, Is in her grave, Low in her grave. Upon the woodland's morning airs The small birds...
Pagina 48 - As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, Concludes with Cupid's curse, — They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse ! Ambo simul.