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(From "Twelfth Night”)
If music be the food of love, play on;
The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell : And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly
· pour A thousand melodies unheard before !
O Harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain,
If that thy note's sweet magic e'er can heal Griefs which the patient spirit oft may feel, Oh! let me listen to thy songs again;
Till memory her fairest tints shall bring; Hope wake with brighter eye, and listening
With smiles to think on some delightful
dream, That waved o'er the charmed sense its glad
some wing! For when thou leadest all thy soothing
strains More smooth along, the silent passions meet, In one suspended transport, sad and sweet; And nought but sorrow's softest touch re
mains; That, when the transitory charm is o'er, Just wakes a tear, and then is felt no more.
William Lisle Bowles.
Praise ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanc
tuary: praise him in the firmament of
Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him
according to his excellent greatness.
Praise him with the sound of the trumpet :
praise him with the psaltery and harp. Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise
him with stringed instruments and organs. Praise him upon the loud cymbals : praise him
upon the high-sounding cymbals. Let everything that hath breath praise the
INDEX OF AUTHORS
Music and Memory
Music of Hungary
Hassan's Music .
Beethoven's Seventh Symphony
Schubert's (Unfinished) Symphony
When Kreisler Plays .
Chopin's Nocturne in G Minor .