The Great German Composers

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D. Appleton and Company, 1883 - 218 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 157 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pàgina 201 - MY soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit, Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Pàgina 58 - I did think I did see all Heaven before me, and the great God himself!
Pàgina 110 - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Pàgina 84 - I am not a judge of the dispute ; all that I know is, that Mozart is the greatest composer now existing." Mozart answered the critic on Haydn, " Sir, if you and I were both melted down together, we should not furnish materials for one Haydn.
Pàgina 39 - It was Mr. Western's custom every afternoon, as soon as he was drunk, to hear his daughter play on the harpsichord ; for he was a great lover of music, and perhaps, had he lived in town, might have passed for a connoisseur; for he always excepted against the finest compositions of Mr. Handel.
Pàgina 43 - You are right, Mr. Fountagne,' said Handel, ' it is very poor stuff; I thought so myself when I had finished it.' The old gentleman, being taken by surprise, was beginning to apologise ; but Handel assured him there was no necessity, that the music was really bad, having been composed hastily, and his time for the production limited ; and that the opinion given was as correct as it was honest.
Pàgina 166 - The silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild ; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers.
Pàgina 130 - I strove at any time to set myself above all this, oh how cruelly was I driven back by the doubly painful experience of my defective hearing ! and yet it was not possible for me to say to people, ' Speak louder — bawl — for I am deaf...

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