The Music Lovers' TreasuryHelen Philbrook Patten D. Estes, 1905 - 223 sidor |
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... swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds , And added length to solemn sounds , With ...
... swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds , And added length to solemn sounds , With ...
Sida 35
... swell the bold notes , In broken air , trembling , the wild music floats : Till , by degrees , remote and small , The strains decay , And melt away In a dying , dying fall . By Music , minds an equal temper know , Nor The Music Lovers ...
... swell the bold notes , In broken air , trembling , the wild music floats : Till , by degrees , remote and small , The strains decay , And melt away In a dying , dying fall . By Music , minds an equal temper know , Nor The Music Lovers ...
Sida 36
Helen Philbrook Patten. By Music , minds an equal temper know , Nor swell too high , nor sink too low . If in the breast tumultuous joys arise , Music her soft assuasive voice applies : Or when the soul is press'd with cares , Exalts her ...
Helen Philbrook Patten. By Music , minds an equal temper know , Nor swell too high , nor sink too low . If in the breast tumultuous joys arise , Music her soft assuasive voice applies : Or when the soul is press'd with cares , Exalts her ...
Sida 40
... swelling notes our souls aspire , While solemn airs improve the sacred fire , And angels lean from heaven to hear . Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell ; To bright Cecilia greater power is given : His numbers rais'd a shade from hell ...
... swelling notes our souls aspire , While solemn airs improve the sacred fire , And angels lean from heaven to hear . Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell ; To bright Cecilia greater power is given : His numbers rais'd a shade from hell ...
Sida 55
... Swells its triumphant tide Higher and higher , and undenied Insistent to the star ! - Then lowlier , softer , dreamful , droops and dies Over the closing eyes , Dies with my spirit away , afar Swayed on some ocean's breast Dies into ...
... Swells its triumphant tide Higher and higher , and undenied Insistent to the star ! - Then lowlier , softer , dreamful , droops and dies Over the closing eyes , Dies with my spirit away , afar Swayed on some ocean's breast Dies into ...
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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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Sida 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?
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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!
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.