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Page 101 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Page 550 - I could not bear to think of myself — beyond the reach of all such honourable emulation and success. The tears ran down my face. I felt as if my heart were rent. I prayed, when I went to bed that night, to be lifted out of the humiliation and neglect in which I was. I never had suffered so much before. There was no envy in this.
Page 550 - A bed and bedding were sent over for me, and made up on the floor. The little window had a pleasant prospect of a timber-yard ; and when I took possession of my new abode I thought it was a Paradise.
Page 283 - WHEREAS it is come to the knowledge of the Lord President, and other our Council in our Marchesse of Wales, that vagrant and idle persons naming themselves Minstrels, Rythmers, and Bards, are lately grown into such intolerable Multitude within the Principality of North Wales, that not only Gentlemen and others by their shameless Disorders are oftentimes...
Page 325 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 431 - Though mean thy rank, yet in thy humble cell Did gentle peace and arts unpurchased dwell ; Well pleased, Apollo thither led his train, And Music warbled in her sweetest strain. Cyllenius so, as fables tell, and Jove Came willing guests to poor Philemon's grove...
Page 340 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 427 - O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An
Page 331 - ... metallic masses, molten piles and sheets of steel and iron, shining adamantine bulks. Contours are become grim, severe, angular. Melodies are sharp, rigid, asymmetrical. Chords- are uncouth, square clusters of notes, stout and solid as the pillars that support roofs, heavy as the thuds of trip hammers. Above all, there is rhythm, rhythm rectangular and sheer and emphatic, rhythm that lunges and beats and reiterates and dances with all the steely perfect tirelessness of the machine, shoots out...