The World of Music: The Great Virtuosi

Brentano's, 1892 - 257 ページ


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29 ページ - Of quiet gaiety, and serenest mirth ; And thus her voice did flow, So beautifully low, A stream whose music was no thing of earth. Now long that instrument has ceased to sound, Now long that gracious form in earth has lain Tended by nature only, and unwound Are all those mingled threads of Love and Pain ; So let me weep and bend My head and wait the end, Knowing that God creates not thus in vain.
206 ページ - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
207 ページ - Although the public curiosity to see me,' says he, ' is long since satisfied, though I have played in public at least thirty times, and my likeness has been reproduced in all possible styles and forms, yet I can never leave my...
102 ページ - Commas and points they set exactly right, And 'twere a sin to rob them of their mite. Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel graced these ribalds, From slashing Bentley down to piddling Tibbalds : Each wight who reads not, and but scans and spells.
210 ページ - Paganini abuses his powers : he could play divinely, and does sometimes, for a minute or two ; but then come his tricks and surprises, his bow in convulsions, and his enharmonics like the mewlings of an expiring cat.
46 ページ - ... in him a force akin to the broad sweep of a full river. Chopin, however, was not a Demosthenes, Cicero, Mirabeau, or Pitt. Unless he addressed himself to select conventicles of sympathetic minds, the best of his subtle art remained uncomprehended. How well Chopin knew this may be gathered from what he said to Liszt : — I am not at all fit for giving concerts, the crowd intimidates me, its breath suffocates me, I feel paralysed by its curious look, and the unknown faces make me dumb. But you...
210 ページ - First of all, nothing could exceed my surprise and admiration ; his constant and venturesome flights, his newly discovered source of flageolet tones, his gift of fusing and beautifying subjects of the most heterogeneous kind ; all these phases of genius so completely bewildered my musical perceptions, that for several days afterwards my head seemed on fire and my brain reeled. I never wearied of the intense expression, soft and melting like that of an Italian singer, which he could draw from his...
13 ページ - ... not so pervaded with the tune as he was, he would explain as he went along, telling how beautifully the bass came in at such and such a place. At five years old his uncle bought him a very small violin, as yellow as a lemon. He says he never felt carried up into the third heaven as he did when his own little hand first brought out a tune from that yellow violin. He loved it and kissed it ; it seemed to him so beautiful, that little yellow violin ! To the surprise of the family, he immediately...
208 ページ - ... times, and my likeness has been reproduced in all possible styles and forms, yet I can never leave my house without being mobbed by people who are not content with following and jostling me, but actually get in front of me and prevent me going either way, address me in English, of which I do not know a word, and even feel me, as if to find out if I am flesh and blood. And this not only the common people, but even the upper classes.