 | John Dryden - 2003 - 1024 страници
...so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise the quell? Ill The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And...drum, Cries 'hark! the foes come: Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat.' IV The soft complaining flute, In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless... | |
 | Costantino Maeder, Olga Fischer, William J. Herlofsky, Université Catholique de Louvain, Universiteit van Amsterdam, Universität Zürich - 2005 - 448 страници
...Something similar is done by Dryden in Stanza IV of his "A Song for St Cecilia's Day" (1687; 11. 33-36): The soft complaining FLUTE In dying Notes discovers...Lovers, Whose Dirge is whisper'd by the warbling LUTE. In this stanza, which is devoted to hopeless love, two masculine rhymes, "FLUTE"/ "LUTE", again embrace... | |
 | Jan Brind, Tessa Wilkinson - 2005 - 198 страници
...Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) Published by Boosey and Hawkes Music Publishers Ltd The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to Arms With shrill notes of Anger And mortal Alarms Dryden How blest is he who for his country dies Swift The double double beat Of the thundering drum... | |
 | Kathryn LaBouff - 2007 - 346 страници
...wash box John what long coffee wander mock modern wasp upon song was God of water* story* somber want The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers...woes of hopeless lovers Whose dirge is whisper'd, Whisper'd by the warbling lute. (CF Handel, "Ode on St. Cecilia's Day") What if I never speed? Shall... | |
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Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? 
