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9 cresc 9 Led ad lib allargando American composer American music animato Anton Seidl born Boston colla Copyright MCMIV cresc 9 dolce dream DUDLEY BUCK Dvořák Edited by H. E. EDVARD GRIEG Ethelbert Nevin FIFTY SONGS High FRANZ FRANZ LISZT Goldmark harmony HARVEY WORTHINGTON LOOMIS heart HENRY HENRY HOLDEN HUSS James Huneker Kiss Koven Led Led legato love thee Low Voice Edited lyric Manney marcato MCMIV by Oliver mf 9 mf a tempo mf cresc Moderato molto cresc molto lento molto rall mosso moun number of songs Oliver Ditson Company opera orchestra organist Original Key passion pesante PIANO 9 PIANO COMPOSITIONS Edited poco poco accel poco rit rall RICHARD WAGNER sempre sing Skye sleep SONGS BY THIRTY SONGS High Voice stars studied sweet symphony teacher tempo 9 THIRTY AMERICANS thou art violin VOICE PIANO WILLIAM ARMS FISHER ΡΙΑΝΟ
Page 37 - ... rose Would in its leafy heart inclose No chalice of perfume ; By mossy bank, in glen, or grot, No bird would build, if love were not, No flower complacent bloom. The sunset clouds would lose their dyes, The light would fade from beauty's eyes, The stars their fires consume, And something missed from hall and cot Would leave the world, if love were not, A wilderness of gloom...
Page xiv - Upon his return to America he took up his residence in Boston, and is a prominent factor in the musical life of that city.
Page x - American music has attained, and in excuse for what it has not yet done, is, that a line drawn through the year 1865 would include on its hither side practically every effort at composition that an American composer has ever made with proper tools and training and serious intent.
Page xiv - Orchestra, a chorus for women's voices with string orchestra, a few part-songs and a little music for violin or piano, Mr. Johns has devoted himself strictly to lyric expression. He was born at New Castle, Delaware, No vember 24, 1857, of American parents.
Page xviii - Foster ... at his best trembled on the razor-edge between the perfect simplicity of folk-song and the maudlin banality of street-song.
Page x - ... the mother of twin kids, I promise (And, e'en when the sucklings are done with their buntings and lippings, Two buckets are brimmed with her strippings). A deep bowl of ivy-wood, too, will I give to thee, fragrant and shining From rubbing with beeswax sweet, twy-eared, of fairest designing And wrought so newly that still the wood hath a savor That tangs of the tool of the graver. Round about the brim runs an ivy-spray vining, Ivy with helichryse wreathed, the green and the golden combining; And,...