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Page 344 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 132 - Moreover, there was altum silentium, and I really did not know what to do from cold, headache, and weariness. I again and again thought to myself, that if it were not on M. Grimm's account I would leave the house at once. At last, to cut matters short, I played on the wretched, miserable piano. What however vexed me most of all was, that the Duchess and all the gentlemen did not cease drawing for a single moment, but coolly continued their occupation ; so I was left to play to the chairs and tables,...
Page 61 - While in Chester, on his way to Ireland, Handel was detained by contrary winds. Wishing to employ this delay in trying his new music, he sought for some one who could read music at sight. A house-painter named Janson was pointed out as the best the town afforded. Poor Janson made such a bungle of it, that the composer, purple with rage, cried out, 'You schountrel! tit you not tell me dat you could sing at soite?' — 'Yes, sir,' replied the astonished Janson,
Page 249 - Candidly speaking, the boy is on the wrong road, for he makes a hash of great works which he does not understand, and to which he is utterly unequal.
Page 344 - ... thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay. And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away ! When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown, Oh ! who would inhabit This bleak world alone ? THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
Page 260 - Artists and amateurs now are glad to own that Beethoven's Ninth Symphony is as much remarkable for majesty and grandeur as for simplicity. For this recognition we are in a great measure indebted to Moscheles, who conducted the work with great care and conscientiousness. As a conductor he surpasses almost all our musicians ; for whenever he swings his baton, he leads the orchestra, whereas others are led by it.
Page 313 - ... articles with her own hands, in which Mendelssohn gallantly offered his assistance. Some parrots, whose cages hung in the room, she herself carried into the next apartment ; in which Mendelssohn helped her also. She then requested her guest to play something ; and afterwards she sang some songs of his which she had sung at a court concert soon after the attack upon her person. She was not wholly satisfied, however, with her own performance ; and said pleasantly to Mendelssohn, "I can do better;...
Page 132 - Oh ! c'est un prodige, c'est incoucevable, c'est etonnant !' and then, adieu! At first I spent money enough in driving about, and to no purpose, from not finding the people at home. Unless you lived here, you could not believe what an annoyance this is. Besides, Paris is much changed ; the French are far from being as polite as they were fifteen years ago : their manner now borders on rudeness, and they are odiously...
Page 93 - Curtz, the director of the theatre. Down rushed the director in a state of great excitement. ' Who are you?' he shrieked. ' Joseph Haydn.' ' Whose music is it ? ' ' Mine ! ' ' The deuce it is ! — at your age, too ! ' ' Why, I must begin with something.
Page 250 - When I came early in the morning to Beethoven, he was still lying in bed ; he happened to be in remarkably good spirits, jumped up immediately and placed himself just as he was at the window looking out on the Schottenbastei with the view of examining the Fidelio numbers which I had arranged.