Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 1-2John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1853 |
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Pagina 13
... soul . Here is death so truly , spiritually represented , so placed in true relations with time and eternity , that it only fills one with a new sense of the beauty , the mystery , the inde- structibleness of life . And yet the details ...
... soul . Here is death so truly , spiritually represented , so placed in true relations with time and eternity , that it only fills one with a new sense of the beauty , the mystery , the inde- structibleness of life . And yet the details ...
Pagina 14
... soul and real talent . Her sister , Mrs. EM- MONS , too , possesses a large and generous con- tralto , which she blended with the more trained voice of the other , with true musical feeling and perception , in Rossini's Quis est homo ...
... soul and real talent . Her sister , Mrs. EM- MONS , too , possesses a large and generous con- tralto , which she blended with the more trained voice of the other , with true musical feeling and perception , in Rossini's Quis est homo ...
Pagina 18
... soul to soul , And grow for ever , and for ever ! Blow , bugle , blow ! set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer ! dying , dying , dying ! CLASSIC AND OPERATIC MUSIC , OR The Contrapuntists and the Melodists ...
... soul to soul , And grow for ever , and for ever ! Blow , bugle , blow ! set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer ! dying , dying , dying ! CLASSIC AND OPERATIC MUSIC , OR The Contrapuntists and the Melodists ...
Pagina 21
... soul was full , because he could not help it , he left the beauteous offspring of his brain to find their own way in the world , as chance or the concern of admiring friends might rescue this or that opera , symphony or quartet from the ...
... soul was full , because he could not help it , he left the beauteous offspring of his brain to find their own way in the world , as chance or the concern of admiring friends might rescue this or that opera , symphony or quartet from the ...
Pagina 22
... soul ; and only secondarily and incidentally from the sci- entific point . Mr. Willis marks out for himself a most im- portant and interesting field of labor . We need his " professional ” expositions of the science and productions of ...
... soul ; and only secondarily and incidentally from the sci- entific point . Mr. Willis marks out for himself a most im- portant and interesting field of labor . We need his " professional ” expositions of the science and productions of ...
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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.