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His very voice had changed into a manly barytone. In the absence of his sword, Trenta was evidently about to strike Marescotti. As he advanced, the other retreated. A hot flush overspread the count's face for an instant, then it faded out, and grew pale and rigid. He remembered the cavaliere's great age, and checked himself.
As Bel's good luck would have it, and Bel was born to good luck, there is no denying it, one of these boys had a good tenor voice, the other a fine barytone; they had both in their rough way been singers all their lives, and were lovers of music.
A grand barytone bursts forth, followed by a tenor soft as the notes of a nightingale, accompanied by a boy on the violin. Then there is the crash of many hundred voices, with the muffled roar of two organs. It is the Gloria in Excelsis.
From Shakespeare, Huss drew the afflation for another aria of great interest, a setting for barytone voice of the "Seven Ages of Man." The problems attending the putting to music of Shakespeare's text are severe; but the plays are gold mines of treasure for the properly equipped musician.
Archie looked at him seriously. "You mean it keeps them from getting affected?" "Yes; keeps them from getting off the track generally." While the waiter filled the glasses, Fred pointed out to Thea a big black French barytone who was eating anchovies by their tails at one of the tables below, and the doctor looked about and studied his fellow diners. "Do you know, Mr.
He sang in a resounding barytone with the Methodist Church choir; his dignified bearing gave weight to the school board; and he accumulated a steadily growing capital at the Greenstream bank. An admirable individual, Calvin thought, and extended to him the wide hospitality of his house.
For this reason, he kept his own banjo with him, and many an evening's entertainment had he furnished in cabin and beside camp fire, when his fine barytone mingled with an ascending cloud from burning spruce knots, and added enjoyment to the hour. At last the old Indian raised her head. Pushing back a few long wisps of hair that had fallen over her face, she asked for water.
We must now go back to our other hero, or, rather, to another of our heroes. Arthur Wilkinson is our melancholy love-lorn tenor, George Bertram our eager, excitable barytone, and Mr. Harcourt Henry Harcourt our bass, wide awake to the world's good things, impervious to sentimentality, and not over-scrupulous as is always the case with your true deep-mouthed opera bass.
'You must acknowledge that, and I must begin over again, said the barytone, so loud that Margaret fancied every one must hear him. He moved back a little when he had spoken and left her in the middle of the stage. She drew herself up, bent her head, smiled, and made a little courtesy, all as naturally as if she had never done anything else.
"Yes, I like that." "And for a second," he spun round on his stool, "what do you say to a duet?" His candid blue eyes twinkled at her. "A duet!" she exclaimed in genuine surprise. "Do you sing, Mr. McEwan?" "Once in a while," and, soft pedal down, he played a few bars of Marzials' "My True Love Hath My Heart," humming the words in an easy barytone. "Oh, what fun!" exclaimed Mary. "I love that."
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