Music in Song, from Chaucer to Tennyson: Being a Selection of Extracts Descriptive of the Power, Influences, and Effects of MusicGriffith & Farran, 1883 - 128 páginas |
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... Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce , And to our high - raised fantasy present That undisturbed song of pure consent , Aye sung before the sapphire colour'd throne To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout and solemn ...
... Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce , And to our high - raised fantasy present That undisturbed song of pure consent , Aye sung before the sapphire colour'd throne To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout and solemn ...
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... dead things animate . TH . STANLEY . SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY . 1687 . HAT passion cannot Music raise and quell ? When Jubal struck the chorded shell , His listening brethren stood around , And , wondering , on their faces fell To ...
... dead things animate . TH . STANLEY . SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY . 1687 . HAT passion cannot Music raise and quell ? When Jubal struck the chorded shell , His listening brethren stood around , And , wondering , on their faces fell To ...
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... dead shall live , the living die , And music shall untune the sky . DRYDEN . THE POWER OF MUSIC . HUS , long ago , Ere heaving bellows learned to blow , While organs yet were mute , Timotheus , to his breathing flute And sounding lyre ...
... dead shall live , the living die , And music shall untune the sky . DRYDEN . THE POWER OF MUSIC . HUS , long ago , Ere heaving bellows learned to blow , While organs yet were mute , Timotheus , to his breathing flute And sounding lyre ...
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... dead ! They leave the amber fields of day : Soft as the cadence of the wave , That murmurs round the mermaid's grave , They mingle in the magic lay . Sweet sounds ! that oft have soothed to rest The sorrows of my guileless breast , And ...
... dead ! They leave the amber fields of day : Soft as the cadence of the wave , That murmurs round the mermaid's grave , They mingle in the magic lay . Sweet sounds ! that oft have soothed to rest The sorrows of my guileless breast , And ...
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... dead , Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . P. B. SHELLEY . OY to the Spirit came , And dulcet Music swelled Concordant with the life - strings of the soul ; It ...
... dead , Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . P. B. SHELLEY . OY to the Spirit came , And dulcet Music swelled Concordant with the life - strings of the soul ; It ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE ABSTRACT MUSIC Æolian ANDREW MARVELL angels beautiful bliss breath breath of heaven breeze bright Cecilia charms CHAUCER chime chords D. G. ROSSETTI deep delight divine doth E. B. BROWNING earth echoes emotions eyes feeling floated flowers flute GEORGE ELIOT grief harmony harp hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly human Hush instrument JEAN INGELOW Jubal light listen living LORD BEACONSFIELD loud lute marvellous melody melt mind mingled MUSIC IN SONG musician mute never notes numbers o'er Orpheus P. B. SHELLEY passion perfect played poet Poetry praise rapture ravished sang SHAKESPERE shell silence sing soar soft solemn soothe soul sphere spirit stir strain Strike the lyre strings sweet Music sweet sounds sweeter sweetest swell TENNYSON thee thine things thought thro Timotheus tones touch trembling tune USIC violin voice W. B. PHILPOT wakes wind wings words
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Página 29 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Página 60 - 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...
Página 35 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies : She drew an angel down.
Página 21 - 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.
Página 66 - Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear, Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe: But God has a few of us whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome: 'tis we musicians know.
Página 54 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Página 65 - 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. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard...
Página 22 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 26 - 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 ; 6 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...
Página 44 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot : Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.