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J. M. Dent & Company, 1905 - Composers - 281 pages
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Page 218 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Page 220 - 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.
Page 220 - 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 cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches...
Page 114 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 108 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death, and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, — He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
Page 75 - Cooper's I have read the Last of the Mohicans, the Spy, the Pilot, and the Pioneers. If you have anything else of his, I entreat you to leave it with Frau von Bogner at the Coffee house.
Page 190 - The doctor was civility itself; he again had recourse to the cupboard, and showed us some treasures which had escaped us before. I again turned the conversation to the ' Rosamunde ' music — he believed that he had at one time possessed a copy or sketch of it all. Might I go into the cupboard and look for myself? Certainly, if I had no objection to being smothered with dust. In I went, and after some search, during which my companion kept the doctor engaged in conversation, I found, at the bottom...
Page 190 - Here is a box,' exclaimed the two monks, who were nearly choked with the dust ; ' we have found a box, and a heavy one too.' 'A box,' shouted the blind abbot, who was standing in the outer darkness of the oil-cellar — ' a box ? where is it ? ' ' Bring it out, bring out the box. Heaven be praised. We have found a treasure. Lift up the box. Pull out the box...
Page 164 - People were greatly astonished at the devotion which I have thrown into the Hymn to the Blessed Virgin, and it seems to have seized and impressed everybody. I think that the reason of this is that I never force myself into devotion or compose hymns or prayers unless I am really overpowered by the feeling; that alone is real, true devotion.
Page 47 - Picture to yourself," he wrote brokenheartedly to a friend at this time, "a man whose health can never be reestablished, who from sheer despair makes matters worse instead of better ; picture to yourself, I say, a man whose most brilliant hopes have come to nothing...

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