Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 1-2John Sullivan Dwight Oliver Ditson & Company, 1853 - Music |
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... interest among us . About half of the Sonatas are al- ready issued . CZERNY'S Method for the Piano Forte . Pub- lished by Oliver Ditson . There is no need of recommending CZERNY , as a wri- ter of finger exercises and illustrations for ...
... interest among us . About half of the Sonatas are al- ready issued . CZERNY'S Method for the Piano Forte . Pub- lished by Oliver Ditson . There is no need of recommending CZERNY , as a wri- ter of finger exercises and illustrations for ...
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... interest and charm to us in all things musical ; the rudest instrument and most hacknied player thereof seemed invested with a certain halo , and saving grace , as it were , from a higher , purer and more genial atmosphere than this of ...
... interest and charm to us in all things musical ; the rudest instrument and most hacknied player thereof seemed invested with a certain halo , and saving grace , as it were , from a higher , purer and more genial atmosphere than this of ...
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... interest and meaning . We thank the Club for taking this ground , and cultivating it so steadily . In point of execution they have continually gained , not only in that unity and precision which long practice gives , but also in the ...
... interest and meaning . We thank the Club for taking this ground , and cultivating it so steadily . In point of execution they have continually gained , not only in that unity and precision which long practice gives , but also in the ...
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... interest Beethoven would hear of this young hero from Bernadotte , and how naturally he would come to regard him as the one destined to regenerate the civil and political institutions of Europe . Count NO . 2 . Moritz Lichnowsky ...
... interest Beethoven would hear of this young hero from Bernadotte , and how naturally he would come to regard him as the one destined to regenerate the civil and political institutions of Europe . Count NO . 2 . Moritz Lichnowsky ...
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... interest what it has lost in voluptuous fire ; and other works invite us then to more tranquil emotions , since they attach the music to the plea- sures of the mind , and at least keep alive in it always the warmth , which the language ...
... interest what it has lost in voluptuous fire ; and other works invite us then to more tranquil emotions , since they attach the music to the plea- sures of the mind , and at least keep alive in it always the warmth , which the language ...
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Page 18 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 132 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Page 99 - But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales ; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all — • Stirring the air with such a harmony, That should you close your eyes, you might almost Forget it was not day ! On moon-lit bushes.
Page 99 - Glides through the pathways; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...
Page 99 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 74 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Page 132 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 74 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Page 43 - May sun sheds an amber light On new-leaved woods and lawns between ; But she who, with a smile more bright, Welcomed and watched the springing green, Is in her grave, Low in her grave. The fair white blossoms of the wood In groups beside the pathway stand ; But one, the gentle and the good, Who cropped them with a fairer hand, Is in her grave, Low in her grave. Upon the woodland's morning airs The small birds...
Page 48 - As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, Concludes with Cupid's curse, — They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse ! Ambo simul.