Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 7-8John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1856 |
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... seems the white moonlight so soft and pure , and never is the sound of the Vesper bell so sadly sweet , as when the ... seem to sing an everlasting requiem for splendors dead , and for * Has our fair correspondent never been in England ...
... seems the white moonlight so soft and pure , and never is the sound of the Vesper bell so sadly sweet , as when the ... seem to sing an everlasting requiem for splendors dead , and for * Has our fair correspondent never been in England ...
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... seems to have been extremely enterprising in early efforts at original composi- tion . His first concert as a pianist was given in Vienna , on the 16th of May , in the same year , with a programme entirely of his own works , including ...
... seems to have been extremely enterprising in early efforts at original composi- tion . His first concert as a pianist was given in Vienna , on the 16th of May , in the same year , with a programme entirely of his own works , including ...
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... seem to have found their way back at once to New York , have been giving concerts . Mlle . NAU , with Messrs . ST ... seems to have been very popular , consisting of choruses , & c . , from different operas . And for the 19th inst ...
... seem to have found their way back at once to New York , have been giving concerts . Mlle . NAU , with Messrs . ST ... seems to have been very popular , consisting of choruses , & c . , from different operas . And for the 19th inst ...
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... seems not . Next winter , I have reason to believe , we shall have a new and first rate German troupe . To - night we have Capuletti e Montecchi , as the last performance of the present company . R. APRIL 18 - EISFELD'S Quartet Soirée ...
... seems not . Next winter , I have reason to believe , we shall have a new and first rate German troupe . To - night we have Capuletti e Montecchi , as the last performance of the present company . R. APRIL 18 - EISFELD'S Quartet Soirée ...
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... seem a strong assertion , but it is true , that I have rarely heard such an uniformly correct and faultless rendering of ... seems to have been hardly above medi- ocrity . THE ROYAL ITALIAN OPERA , it is announced , will open on the 10th ...
... seem a strong assertion , but it is true , that I have rarely heard such an uniformly correct and faultless rendering of ... seems to have been hardly above medi- ocrity . THE ROYAL ITALIAN OPERA , it is announced , will open on the 10th ...
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Página 91 - White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee, chee,...
Página 43 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Página 43 - Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Página 124 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play.' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Página 91 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Página 43 - The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace...
Página 125 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Página 124 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Página 91 - Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight! There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nice good wife, that never goes out, Keeping house while I frolic about. Chee, chee, chee.
Página 124 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood. As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all...