Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 1-2John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1853 |
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... taste in America , ...... . ............... .ii . § Haberbier , M. , the pianist ,. Halevy's Juif Errant , " Handel and Haydn Society , April , 1852 .. Handel and his " Messiah , " ne ....... 52 , the Miscellaneous Concie may ..i . 14 ...
... taste in America , ...... . ............... .ii . § Haberbier , M. , the pianist ,. Halevy's Juif Errant , " Handel and Haydn Society , April , 1852 .. Handel and his " Messiah , " ne ....... 52 , the Miscellaneous Concie may ..i . 14 ...
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... taste of hundreds of young men and women , of whole families . Through them , a generation is here growing up in the love and knowledge of the noblest compositions . The general cause of music cannot dispense with them . But there is an ...
... taste of hundreds of young men and women , of whole families . Through them , a generation is here growing up in the love and knowledge of the noblest compositions . The general cause of music cannot dispense with them . But there is an ...
Pagina 6
... taste for pure instrumental music , at so many points in our wide country , has been greatly indebted for the last three or four years to the flying visits of this model abridgment of an orchestra . Though hardly twenty - four in number ...
... taste for pure instrumental music , at so many points in our wide country , has been greatly indebted for the last three or four years to the flying visits of this model abridgment of an orchestra . Though hardly twenty - four in number ...
Pagina 11
... taste of the many from of old has been the supreme law . In the theatre there is no appeal from the decisions of the the posture of her limbs the decency and dignity Dwight's. BOSTON , laws of the understanding on the domain of feel- ing ...
... taste of the many from of old has been the supreme law . In the theatre there is no appeal from the decisions of the the posture of her limbs the decency and dignity Dwight's. BOSTON , laws of the understanding on the domain of feel- ing ...
Pagina 13
... taste only the mouldering earthiness thereof ; we turned away as from the death of Art itself . Even in Ary Scheffer's painting of the " Dead Christ , " with all its high and holy beauty , there seems too much of this ; a painfully ...
... taste only the mouldering earthiness thereof ; we turned away as from the death of Art itself . Even in Ary Scheffer's painting of the " Dead Christ , " with all its high and holy beauty , there seems too much of this ; a painfully ...
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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.