Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 1-2John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1853 |
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Pagina 2
... manner , and she has the ladylikeness that lurks in the gay Spanish peasant and attracted the Don . - Badiali , as Don Giovanni , was wooden and cumbrous , and indulged in unpardonable liberties with the music . To bring down the house ...
... manner , and she has the ladylikeness that lurks in the gay Spanish peasant and attracted the Don . - Badiali , as Don Giovanni , was wooden and cumbrous , and indulged in unpardonable liberties with the music . To bring down the house ...
Pagina 11
... manner simplifies the music and lends to the material effect a force , which is enough to shake the hearer , and that entirely without any assistance of the composition , supposing it to be well executed . surrender you Scarcely has the ...
... manner simplifies the music and lends to the material effect a force , which is enough to shake the hearer , and that entirely without any assistance of the composition , supposing it to be well executed . surrender you Scarcely has the ...
Pagina 13
... manner that gave me work . I felt that I owed my voice to a man like Mr. Brackett . Work , sir , is what young artists need and the American public , thus far , has discovered the workers , and kept them employed ; not indeed confirming ...
... manner that gave me work . I felt that I owed my voice to a man like Mr. Brackett . Work , sir , is what young artists need and the American public , thus far , has discovered the workers , and kept them employed ; not indeed confirming ...
Pagina 14
... manner , with a delicacy of touch and a poesy of melody to ravish the thoughts , and lap them in the memory of the fine and limpid man- ner of the composer himself . She rendered possible the impossibilities digitigrades of LISZT , & c ...
... manner , with a delicacy of touch and a poesy of melody to ravish the thoughts , and lap them in the memory of the fine and limpid man- ner of the composer himself . She rendered possible the impossibilities digitigrades of LISZT , & c ...
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... manner of the composer , and the leading thought is kept up with a wonderful breadth . The entire move- ment is ideally perfect , and the expression of the feeling now bright and gleaming , now touching and penetrating . It wakes the ...
... manner of the composer , and the leading thought is kept up with a wonderful breadth . The entire move- ment is ideally perfect , and the expression of the feeling now bright and gleaming , now touching and penetrating . It wakes the ...
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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.