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... Pianiste . James Thomson • 100 87 To Constantia , Singing . Percy Bysshe Shelley 109 To His Lute . William Drummond To Jane . Percy Bysshe Shelley 140 · 113 To Laura , Playing . Frederick Schiller To Leonora , xii Contents.
... Pianiste . James Thomson • 100 87 To Constantia , Singing . Percy Bysshe Shelley 109 To His Lute . William Drummond To Jane . Percy Bysshe Shelley 140 · 113 To Laura , Playing . Frederick Schiller To Leonora , xii Contents.
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Helen Philbrook Patten. To Laura , Playing . Frederick Schiller To Leonora , Singing at Rome . John Milton . To Music A Song . Robert Herrick PAGE • 107 To Music , to Becalm His Fever . Robert Herrick · To My Lyre . George Darley . To ...
Helen Philbrook Patten. To Laura , Playing . Frederick Schiller To Leonora , Singing at Rome . John Milton . To Music A Song . Robert Herrick PAGE • 107 To Music , to Becalm His Fever . Robert Herrick · To My Lyre . George Darley . To ...
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... Sing , poets , as ye list , of fields , of flowers , Of changing seasons with their brilliant round Of keen delights , or themes still more pro- found Where soul through sense transmutes this world of ours . There is a life intense ...
... Sing , poets , as ye list , of fields , of flowers , Of changing seasons with their brilliant round Of keen delights , or themes still more pro- found Where soul through sense transmutes this world of ours . There is a life intense ...
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... singing he betakes . One god is god of both , as poets feign ; One knight loves both , and both in thee remain . William Shakespeare . MUSIC I see small difference " Twixt one sound and its next . akin All seems And run on the same feet ...
... singing he betakes . One god is god of both , as poets feign ; One knight loves both , and both in thee remain . William Shakespeare . MUSIC I see small difference " Twixt one sound and its next . akin All seems And run on the same feet ...
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... singing near and singing far away ; Sweet in the glow of morning light , And sweeter still across the starlit gulf of night . Music , in thee we float , And lose the lonely note Of self in thy celestial - ordered strain , Until at last ...
... singing near and singing far away ; Sweet in the glow of morning light , And sweeter still across the starlit gulf of night . Music , in thee we float , And lose the lonely note Of self in thy celestial - ordered strain , Until at last ...
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23rd STREET CIRCULATING angel Beethoven bird BRANCH 228 EAST breast breath Celia Thaxter charm chords dance dear delight divine doth dream dying earth EAST 23rd STREET echoes enchanted EPIPHANY BRANCH 228 Eurydice eyes faint fingers floats flowers flute golden Hark harmony harp hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Kreisler plays light lips listening loud lover lute Lute-player lyre Margaret Fuller Ossoli melody mighty Nathan Haskell Dole night notes numbers o'er once Orpheus pain painting passion peal Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Bourke Marston pipe poet praise rapture Richard Burton Richard Watson Gilder Robert Herrick round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stirred strain STREET CIRCULATING DEPARTMENT strings sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thoughts thrill tone touch trembling tune violins voice wake wandering waves wild William Shakespeare wind wings
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Page 94 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 164 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Page 46 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Page 30 - The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Page 154 - O the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere...
Page 37 - Music the fiercest grief can. charm, And Fate's severest rage disarm ; Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the sound. When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, Th...
Page 38 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 14 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great "twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 41 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 118 - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read." So he vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.