Life of Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy, with sketches by sir J. Benedict [and others] additional notes by C.L. Gruneisen, ed. and tr. by W.L. Gage

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Page 51 - When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Page 223 - But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life ; for I am not better than my fathers.
Page 51 - I am reproached. Yet the Lord will command his loving-kindness in the day-time ; and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life, ver.
Page 168 - Here is a pupil of Weber's, who knows a great deal of his music of the new opera. Pray, mamma, ask him to play it for us.' And so, with an irresistible impetuosity, he pushed me to the pianoforte, and made me remain there until I had exhausted all the store of my recollections. When I then begged of him to let me hear some of his own compositions, he refused, but played from MEMORY such of Bach's fugues or Cramer's exercises as I could name.
Page 155 - When once his fine, firm hand grasped the baton, the electric fire of Mendelssohn's nature seemed to stream out through it, and be felt at once by singers, orchestra, and audience. We often thought that the flames which streamed from the heads of Castor and Pollux must play around his forehead, and break from the conductor's staff which he held, to account for the wonderful manner with which he dissipated the slightest trace of phlegm in the singers or players under his direction. But Mendelssohn...
Page 206 - He laid a page, with clear but small notes, on the desk. It was Mozart's handwriting. Whether Goethe told us so, or it was written on the paper, I forget, and only remember that Felix glowed with delight at the name ; and an indescribable feeling came over us all, partly enthusiasm and joy, partly admiration and expectation. Goethe, the aged man, laying a manuscript of Mozart, who had been buried thirty years, before a lad so full of promise for the future, to play at sight, — in truth such a constellation...
Page 207 - Felix began playing immediately. It was a simple melody ; if clearly written, a trifling, I may say no task, for even a moderate performer. But to follow it through the scrambling labyrinth required a quickness and certainty of eye such as few are able to attain.
Page 213 - Not that the head was disproportionately large ; but its striking nobility was a standing reproof to the pedestal on which it rested. His eye possessed a peculiarity, which has been ascribed to the eye of Sir Walter Scott — a ray of light seemed often to proceed from its pupil to your own, as from a star. But yet, in the eyes of Mendelssohn there was none of that rapt dreaminess, so often seen among men of genius in Art.
Page 167 - Mendelssohn," said Weber; introducing me at once to the prodigious child, of whose marvellous talent and execution I had already heard so much at Dresden. I shall never forget the impression of that day on beholding...
Page 174 - Master, who makes us conscious of the unity of his conception, through the whole maze of his creation, from the soft whispering to the mighty raging of the elements. Inscribed in grateful remembrance by ALBERT. Buckingham Palace, April 24, 1847.

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