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Just then I heard indistinct chords from the organ, melancholyharmonies from some undefinable hymn, actual pleadings from a soul trying tosever its earthly ties. I listened with all my senses at once, barelybreathing, immersed like Captain Nemo in this musical trance that was drawinghim beyond ...
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Phr. the scales falling from one’s eyes; an eye like Mars to threaten or command [Hamlet]; her eyes are homes of silent prayer [Tennyson]; looking before and after [Hamlet]; thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes [Milton]. 442. Blindness — N. blindness, cecity^, excecation^, amauros...
45. “My dear boy, the startling effects which many credit to the natural genius of the composer, are often achieved with the greatest ease by the use and resolution of the diminished seventh chords.” (Reported by Karl Friederich Hirsch, a pupil of Beethoven in the winter of 1816. He ...
Those chords aren’t quite right And let’s not mention the shirt Do I have enough money? I’m worried about my grammar and how many more times In my life I’ll have to hear ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ Does the physics of snow shoes apply to sand? Why, whether I eat a lot, or just...
Its chords of air, its frets of fire, The Samian’s great Aeolian Lyre, Rising through all its sevenfold bars, From earth unto the fixed stars. Still it has been shown with but six, and a vacant space for the seventh, which Spence, in the Polymetis, referred to the Lost Pleiad. Man...
the wind and rain and raised our tender young hearts. We could build up great steam with a hymn, belting out Latin words that meant nothing to us. When we got really cooking Brother Liston would light a few candles, put them in front of the statue of Our Lady, close his eyes and ...
As if the blush of her grin didn’t move the clouds and cause all storms to seize As if the float of her hymn didn’t quiver the bones and lower the saints to their knees Still, never a day could spend its time without succumbing to the witnessing ...
(both historic and contemporary) or anxieties caused by alienation or inability to cope with the overwhelming pace of the 21st century, the band smoothly blends the beautiful with the ugly. In between the noisy, razor wired guitar attack you also get lovely picked chords or bouncy bass lines....