MastersingersE. Grant Richards, 1906 - 216 Seiten |
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... Death . And man , from his en- chanted land , sees the first stirrings of sleeping earth , and his own heart stirs to the impulse ; the blue eyes of spring look at him from the grass , and his own eyes shine again at the sight ; he ...
... Death . And man , from his en- chanted land , sees the first stirrings of sleeping earth , and his own heart stirs to the impulse ; the blue eyes of spring look at him from the grass , and his own eyes shine again at the sight ; he ...
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... death , its woods and moun- tains and clouds haunted for ever by the spirit of the Rhine , its cataclysm of doom and disaster , its fire from which shall spring the new race of men , its mixed metaphors , if you like , its operatic ...
... death , its woods and moun- tains and clouds haunted for ever by the spirit of the Rhine , its cataclysm of doom and disaster , its fire from which shall spring the new race of men , its mixed metaphors , if you like , its operatic ...
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... death is all he can wish for , allows himself to be wounded in a duel with Melot . In the next tableau we see him in the courtyard of his castle in Brittany , dying of his wound ; and before the sad autumn afternoon has faded he is dead ...
... death is all he can wish for , allows himself to be wounded in a duel with Melot . In the next tableau we see him in the courtyard of his castle in Brittany , dying of his wound ; and before the sad autumn afternoon has faded he is dead ...
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... death creeping round our hearts ; and when the garden lies before us steeped in the glow of a summer night , the shifting shadows on the grass , the restless stirring of the trees , and the distant voice of a bird calling up the dawn ...
... death creeping round our hearts ; and when the garden lies before us steeped in the glow of a summer night , the shifting shadows on the grass , the restless stirring of the trees , and the distant voice of a bird calling up the dawn ...
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... death . And in the third act poor Tristan lies in his ruined courtyard awaiting Isolda and death ; but in his delirium he lives through the hours of bliss that are fled , and forgets his present pain . Not the least wonderful quality in ...
... death . And in the third act poor Tristan lies in his ruined courtyard awaiting Isolda and death ; but in his delirium he lives through the hours of bliss that are fled , and forgets his present pain . Not the least wonderful quality in ...
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Seite 147 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Seite 159 - Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
Seite 202 - I dared not prolong, and which I could not enjoy because of my terrible efforts to restrain my emotions. ' Oh ! madame, madame, I have but one aim left in the world — that of obtaining your affection. Suffer me to try and attain it. I will be discreet and reserved; our correspondence shall not be more frequent than you desire. It shall never become a wearisome task to you ; a few lines from your hand will suffice. My visits can only be few and...
Seite 208 - Which of the two powers, Love or Music, can elevate man to the sublimest heights? It is a great question, and yet it seems to me that this is the answer: love can give no idea of music; music can give an idea of love . . . why separate them? They are the two wings of the soul.
Seite 182 - Idyl ; it is an epic instrument, like horns, trumpets, and trombones. Its voice is that of heroic love : and if masses of brass instruments, in grand military symphonies, awaken the idea of a warlike troop covered with glittering armour, marching to glory or death, numerous unisons of clarinets, heard at the same time, seem to represent the beloved women, the loving heroines, with their proud eyes, and deep affection, whom the sound of arms exalte ; who sing while fighting, and who crown the victors,...
Seite 105 - THEY dreamt not of a perishable home Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours of fear Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here ; Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam ; Where bubbles burst, and folly's dancing foam Melts, if it cross the threshold ; where the wreath Of awe-struck wisdom droops : or let my path Lead to that younger Pile, whose sky-like dome Hath typified...
Seite 183 - ... epic instruments. It possesses, in an eminent degree, both nobleness and grandeur ; it has all the deep and powerful accents of high musical poetry, — from the religious accent, calm and imposing, to the wild clamours of the orgy. It depends on the composer to make it by turn chaunt like a choir of priests...
Seite 59 - Quid sum, miser ! tune dicturus ? Quern patronum rogaturus ? Cum vix Justus sit securus.
Seite 207 - I have always found that the best way to make them calm and reasonable was to amuse them and give them pictures. I take the liberty of sending you one which will recall to you the reality of the present, and destroy the illusions of the past.
Seite 191 - ... radiant with smiles, adorned with all the charms of a perfect landscape, the mere sight of which was sufficient to move me. Estelle was then the hamadryad of my valley of Tempe; and at the age of twelve I experienced for the first time, and together, love and the love of nature. The other love came to me in my manhood, with Shakespeare, in the burning bush of Sinai, amid the thunders and lightnings of poetry entirely new to me.