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E. Grant Richards, 1906 - Music - 216 pages
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Page 147 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Page 159 - Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
Page 202 - I dared not prolong, and which I could not enjoy because of my terrible efforts to restrain my emotions. ' Oh ! madame, madame, I have but one aim left in the world — that of obtaining your affection. Suffer me to try and attain it. I will be discreet and reserved; our correspondence shall not be more frequent than you desire. It shall never become a wearisome task to you ; a few lines from your hand will suffice. My visits can only be few and...
Page 208 - Which of the two powers, Love or Music, can elevate man to the sublimest heights? It is a great question, and yet it seems to me that this is the answer: love can give no idea of music; music can give an idea of love . . . why separate them? They are the two wings of the soul.
Page 182 - Idyl ; it is an epic instrument, like horns, trumpets, and trombones. Its voice is that of heroic love : and if masses of brass instruments, in grand military symphonies, awaken the idea of a warlike troop covered with glittering armour, marching to glory or death, numerous unisons of clarinets, heard at the same time, seem to represent the beloved women, the loving heroines, with their proud eyes, and deep affection, whom the sound of arms exalte ; who sing while fighting, and who crown the victors,...
Page 105 - THEY dreamt not of a perishable home Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours of fear Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here ; Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam ; Where bubbles burst, and folly's dancing foam Melts, if it cross the threshold ; where the wreath Of awe-struck wisdom droops : or let my path Lead to that younger Pile, whose sky-like dome Hath typified...
Page 183 - ... epic instruments. It possesses, in an eminent degree, both nobleness and grandeur ; it has all the deep and powerful accents of high musical poetry, — from the religious accent, calm and imposing, to the wild clamours of the orgy. It depends on the composer to make it by turn chaunt like a choir of priests...
Page 59 - Quid sum, miser ! tune dicturus ? Quern patronum rogaturus ? Cum vix Justus sit securus.
Page 207 - I have always found that the best way to make them calm and reasonable was to amuse them and give them pictures. I take the liberty of sending you one which will recall to you the reality of the present, and destroy the illusions of the past.
Page 191 - ... radiant with smiles, adorned with all the charms of a perfect landscape, the mere sight of which was sufficient to move me. Estelle was then the hamadryad of my valley of Tempe; and at the age of twelve I experienced for the first time, and together, love and the love of nature. The other love came to me in my manhood, with Shakespeare, in the burning bush of Sinai, amid the thunders and lightnings of poetry entirely new to me.

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