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The World's Progress: With Illustrative Texts from Masterpieces of ..., Part 5 Delphian Society Visualització completa - 1911 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Æsir artistic Aucassin Bach Balder beautiful Beethoven brother Brünnhilde called castle Catholic century chant character church composer compositions death dramatic earth father fear French friendship genius German give gods gold Hagen hand happiness Haydn heard heart Hermod hero honor hymns Italian Italy Johann Sebastian Bach Jotunheim king knight Kriemhild lady living Loki lover Luigi Madame Butterfly manner means melody mind minnesingers mother Mozart musicians nature never Nicolete noble Odin opera opera buffa oratorio orchestra Ottima pass passion piano play poem poetry programme music Queen Ring romantic Saracens scene Sebald Siegfried singing sonata form sonatas song soul speak spirit story sweet sword symphony tell thee Thialfe things Thor thou thought Thrym tion Tosca unto Wagner wife words Wotan writing
Passatges populars
Pàgina 480 - great white queen, my spirit's arbitress, Magnificent . . . [From without is heard the voice of Pippa, singing The year's at the spring And day's at the morn ; Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn : God's in his heaven— All's right with the world! [Pippa passes. Sebald. God's in his heaven ! Do you hear that ? Who spoke? You,
Pàgina 488 - [As she lies down. God bless me ! I can pray no more tonight. No doubt, some way or other, hymns say right. All service ranks the same with God—• With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we : there is no last nor first. [She sleeps.
Pàgina 489 - for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Pàgina 246 - A safe stronghold our God is still, A trusty shield and weapon ; He'll help us clear from all the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. The ancient Prince of Hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of Craft and Power He
Pàgina 15 - Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out devils : freely ye received, freely give. Get you no gold nor silver, nor brass in your purses; no wallet for your journey, neither two coats, nor shoes, nor staff: for the
Pàgina 447 - plausible, fickle, lip-praising, and time-serving man, who blesseth his friend with a loud voice, rising early in the morning, is a delicate piece of satire. The fragile connections among men, as easily broken as mended pottery, get illustration in the mischief-maker who loves to divide men. "A
Pàgina 446 - Worship his superiorities; wish him not less by a thought, but hoard and tell them all. Guard him as thy counterpart. Let him be to thee for ever a sort of beautiful enemy, untamable, devoutly revered, and not a trivial convenience to be soon outgrown and cast aside.
Pàgina 483 - that day In March, a double rainbow stopped the storm— May's warm slow yellow moonlit summer nights— Gone are they, but I have them in my soul ! Mother. He will not go! Luigi. You smile at me? "Tis true— Voluptuousness, grotesqueness, ghastliness, Environ my devotedness as quaintly As round about some antique altar
Pàgina 486 - And sometimes from the prison-house The angry priests a pale wretch brought, On knees and elbows, belly and breast, Who through some chink had pushed and pressed Worm-like into the temple—caught He was by the very god Who ever in the darkness strode Backward and forward, keeping watch O'er his brazen bowls, such rogues to catch
Pàgina 485 - one From its threshold of smooth stone. They haled him many a valley-thief Caught in the sheep-pens, robber-chief Swarthy and shameless, beggar-cheat, Spy-prowler, or rough pirate found On the sea-sand left aground ; And sometimes clung about his feet, With bleeding lip and burning cheek, A woman, bitterest wrong to speak Of one with sullen thickset