Stories of Symphonic Music: A Guide to the Meaning of Important Symphonies, Overtures, and Tone-poems from Beethoven to the Present DayHarper & Brothers, 1907 - 358 страници |
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Adagio Allegretto Allegro Andante Antar bassoons beautiful Beethoven begins Berlioz born Boston Symphony Orchestra burning cellos character chords clarinet clouds composer concert dance dark death Don Quixote double-basses dramatic dream Dvořák emotional English horn episode Eulenspiegel Faust final flutes follows fortissimo full orchestra harp hear heard heart heaven Hell's a-burning hero HERO'S inspired instruments Kalevala Lancelot legend Liszt living lovers Manfred melody ment Merlin Moderato molto mood motive movement nature night oboe opus number overture Paris passage passion Phaëton Philip Hale phrase picture play poet poetic preface prelude programme Psyche Sadko Salome scene Scherzo score sing solo sombre song soul sound spirit Strauss strings suggested symphonic poem Symphonie fantastique symphony thee theme thou Tintagiles tion tonal tone-poem tones translation trombones trumpets Tschaikowsky viola violins voice W. F. Apthorp Wagner wild wind woman wood-wind words wrote Ygraine Zarathustra
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Страница 50 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Страница 263 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it"; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Страница 89 - Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it.
Страница 53 - Take up her bed; And bear her women from the monument. She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, In solemn show, attend this funeral, And then to Rome.
Страница 52 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Страница 332 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Страница 332 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Страница 96 - I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was; and while I stood gazing, both the children gradually grew fainter to my view, receding, and still receding, till nothing at last but two mournful features were seen in the uttermost distance, which, without speech, strangely impressed upon me the effects of speech: " We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams....
Страница 326 - ANOTHER SPIRIT. Yet, see, he mastereth himself, and makes His torture tributary to his will. Had he been one of us, he would have made An awful spirit.
Страница 331 - ... to the sound ; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company ; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation.