The Quarterly Musical Magazine and Review, Volumen1Baldwin, Craddock, and Joy, 1818 |
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greatest lawyer in the realm , that there are others who would not give five shillings to hear Catalani sing for a quarter of a year ; but we should be disposed to class such instances among the effects of a continual devotion to graver ...
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... give a thousand pounds to look on him.— He hath no eyes ; —the dust hath blinded them : - Comb down his hair ; -look ! look ! it stands upright , Like lime - twigs set to catch my winged soul . Give me some drink , " & c . Shakespeare's ...
... give a thousand pounds to look on him.— He hath no eyes ; —the dust hath blinded them : - Comb down his hair ; -look ! look ! it stands upright , Like lime - twigs set to catch my winged soul . Give me some drink , " & c . Shakespeare's ...
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... give repose and relief to the mind , from the great de- gree of attention and ( with respect to myself , at least , I might say ) agitation excited by the higher and more pathetic parts of the piece . They possess the true character ...
... give repose and relief to the mind , from the great de- gree of attention and ( with respect to myself , at least , I might say ) agitation excited by the higher and more pathetic parts of the piece . They possess the true character ...
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... give the mind a contrary determination and prevent it from sinking into that delicious languor , which is the sovereign art of the Italian school to produce . The genius of the Italian language , of its poetry and its music , is ...
... give the mind a contrary determination and prevent it from sinking into that delicious languor , which is the sovereign art of the Italian school to produce . The genius of the Italian language , of its poetry and its music , is ...
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... give thanks unto thee O Lord " —This Psalm by the Jews , in the Sep- tuagint , and in our version , is divided into two ; the tenth psalm , Why standest thou so far off O Lord ” beginning at the 21st verse . For three voices , Alto ...
... give thanks unto thee O Lord " —This Psalm by the Jews , in the Sep- tuagint , and in our version , is divided into two ; the tenth psalm , Why standest thou so far off O Lord ” beginning at the 21st verse . For three voices , Alto ...
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Página 384 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Página 529 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Página 175 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence; How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the raven down Of Darkness till it smiled...
Página 294 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Página 175 - And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; But such a sacred, and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss I never heard till now.
Página 382 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Página 224 - What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Página 454 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle ! XXIV.
Página 454 - Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide, If 'tis not filled by Rosabelle.
Página 383 - As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee, My GOD!