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Updated: June 15, 2025
First of the Florentines, first of European men he attained in thought, and saw with spiritual eyes, exercised to discern good from evil, the face of her who was blessed among women; and with his following hand, made visible the Magnificat of his heart. He magnified the Maid; and Florence rejoiced in her Queen.
His ears had caught Agnes's step at the stair-head and presently she passed us on her way to the music room humming the Magnificat. Who gives him the Bath? "I," said the wet, Rank Jungle-sweat, "I'll give him the Bath!" Who'll sing the psalms? "We," said the Palms. "Ere the hot wind becalms, We'll sing the psalms." Who lays on the sword?
He was uplifted with the glory of power and the exultation of personal dominion... He crossed back to his seat, and, as they began the "Magnificat," his eye alighted on the tomb of the Black Bishop.
And then, through GOD'S grace, shalt thou feel something of that heavenly food that feeds all Hallows, that thou mayest with liking sing the Maiden's Song, that is GOD'S Mother's, Magnificat anima mea dominum et exultavit spiritus meus in DEO salutari meo.
The bell of honour rang for twenty minutes every time I paid a visit to these ladies; and I only had incense at high mass, and at the Magnificat, in my quality of foundress. I went from time to time to make retreats, or, to be more accurate, vacations, in my House of Saint Joseph. M. Bossuet solicited the favour of being allowed to preach there on the day of the solemn consecration.
Once, indeed, he guides her hand to transcribe in a book the words of her exaltation, the Ave, and the Magnificat, and the Gaude Maria, and the young angels, glad to rouse her for a moment from her dejection, are eager to hold the inkhorn and to support the book.
Our master was a choir singer. With his mighty voice, he filled the church when he led the Magnificat at vespers. Our master wound up and regulated the village clock. This was his proudest function.
The ending of the Dante Symphony seemed to me to be quite on the same lines, for the delicately introduced Magnificat in the same way only gives a hint of a soft, shimmering Paradise. I was the more startled to hear this beautiful suggestion suddenly interrupted in an alarming way by a pompous, plagal cadence which, as I was told, was supposed to represent Domenico.
The triumphant call of the Magnificat, however beautiful, seemed strangely out of place in this lonely island in a sea of sand. It was the song of a bannered army, marching over the battle-field with conquering voices, and swords as yet unsheathed and red, carrying the spoils of conquest behind the laurelled captain of the host.
She wore a straw hat with pink ribbons, and a grey woollen dress trimmed with a flounce. Her round face although not pretty was a very pleasant one, with a beautifully fresh complexion and clear, intelligent eyes which lent her a smiling, modest air. When the /Magnificat/ had been sung, Pierre was unable to resist his desire to question Sophie.
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