 ... is degrading to poetry to lay its distinction in mere sound." But pause a moment and think of music. Music is sound ; but there is in it a spirit which opens to the soul the infinite and the divine. Music, without speaking a thought, and when unaided...  An Essay on the Expression of Passion in Oratory - Pagina 5door Henry Philip Tappan - 1848 - 18 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Edward Robinson - 1848 - 590 pagina’s
...Music, without speaking a thought, and when unaided by any association, from its wonderful connection with the soul, excites it to thoughts and aspirations,...delights which have never yet found a language — which leave language with all its properties of the thought far behind, and dwell silently in their own mystery.... | |
 | 1848 - 778 pagina’s
...Music, without speaking a thought, and when unaided by any association, from its wonderful connection with the soul, excites it to thoughts and aspirations,...delights which have never yet found a language — which leave language with ail its properties of the thought far behind, and dwell silently in their own mystery.... | |
 | 1848 - 792 pagina’s
...Music, without speaking a thought, and when unaided by any association, from its wonderful connection with the soul, excites it to thoughts and aspirations,...delights which have never yet found a language — which leave language with ail its properties of the thought far behind, and dwell silently in their own mystery.... | |
 | 1848 - 780 pagina’s
...Music, without speaking a thought, and when unaided by any association, from its wonderful connection with the soul, excites it to thoughts and aspirations,...with delights which have never yet found a language — whick leave language with all its properties of the thought far behind, and dwell silently in their... | |
 | 1848 - 786 pagina’s
...unaided by any association, from its wonderful connection with the soul, excites it to thoughts arid aspirations, and fills it with delights which have never yet found a language — which leave language with ail its properties of the thought far behind, and dwell silently in their own mystery.... | |
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