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affections angels Aristotle beasts beauty Cecilia CHARLES AVISON Charles Kingsley charms Christ Church cœur concert delight divine doth earth emotions Eurydice excellent fait fancy feel flute Giorgione hand harmony harps hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hymn imitation instruments Kreutzer Sonata l'art l'audition listening living Lord Luca Marenzio lute lyre Master melancholy melody Mencius Mendelssohn mind musicam musician musique nature noble notes notre musique o'er Orpheus passions perfect play pleasure poésie poetry praise Psalms qu'il qu'un quæ recreation saith sang Schwingen sense sing soft song soul sound speak spirit strain strings sung sweet Terpander thee things thou thought tion touch tout tune Twas unto voice voix words ἀλλ ἀλλὰ ἂν γὰρ δὲ δεῖ διὰ ἐν καὶ μὲν μὴ οὐ περὶ πρὸς τὰ τὰς τε καὶ τὴν τῆς τὸ τοῖς τοὺς τῶν
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Page 101 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood ; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music : therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But...
Page 158 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Page 249 - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG •"THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Page 5 - And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire : and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his mark, and over the number of his name, stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God.
Page 100 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines' of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close...
Page 150 - Or th' unseen genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 257 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
Page 246 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 159 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Page 247 - He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep cool bed of the river; The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river.