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Updated: June 15, 2025
Verse, simple, violent, or joyful, was the only language that suited the people. Prose pleased only people whose intelligence was very subtle. He had seen anarchists in the taverns of the Rue Saint Jacques. They spent their evenings reciting and listening to romances. And he added: "A newspaper which shall be at the same time a song-book will touch the soul of the people. People say I have genius.
His persistence prevailed in the end, and when he and Murray stood side by side, using the same song-book while practicing some brave old student song, he felt as much happiness as ever fell to his share in those days. They had common hours in gymnastics, too, but they were compulsory three times a week, and Murray took them as a duty rather than a pleasure.
The bottled dreariness of Parliament is falling, falling, falling. An Elizabethan song-book, the original edition of Gray's Elegy, or Peregrine Pickle, is worth more than, or nearly as much as, the 458 volumes of Hansard's Parliamentary Debates. Three complete sets were sold last Tuesday; one brought £110, the other two but £70 each.
Here, as in the morning, the hawkers raised their cries in unintermittent shrillness, offering to the musically inclined the Happy Evenings Song-book, alleged to contain those treasures, all the latest songs of the day, or presented for the consideration of the humorous the Lawrence Lapearl Joke-book, setting forth in full the art of comical entertainment and repartee.
Now he remembered that Katie, at the time when he surprised her with her lover, had spoken of a song-book which had belonged to their mother; but he had never made up his mind to ask after it, because he did not want to bring to life again the painful remembrance of that hour. All sorts of old songs were in it, copied out neatly; near them others half scratched out and corrected.
Mad it makes me like anything; but what can you do when you got a pretty girl?" "A young man in Peoria, Mrs. Lissman, such beautiful letters he writes Renie, never in my life did I read. Such language, Mrs. Lissman; just like out of a song-book! Not a time my Renie goes out that I don't go right to her desk to read 'em that's how beautiful he writes. In Green Springs she met him."
"I see there are very good things written there, Palko. Leave this book with me for some time that I may be able to read it at leisure, and see if also on me the Son of God will have mercy and forgive my grievous sins. Now continue to read where we left off last time." "Now I will also bring the song-book and we shall have a song. This will be our Sunday worship."
Verse, simple, violent, or joyful, was the only language that suited the people. Prose pleased only people whose intelligence was very subtle. He had seen anarchists in the taverns of the Rue Saint Jacques. They spent their evenings reciting and listening to romances. And he added: "A newspaper which shall be at the same time a song-book will touch the soul of the people. People say I have genius.
While the older children put away the toys, the mother went to the piano to choose the song they were to sing. Mäzli had quickly run after her. "Oh, please, mama, can I choose the song to-day?" she asked eagerly. "Certainly, tell me which song you would like to sing best." Mäzli seized the song-book effectively. "But, Mäzli, you can't even read," said the mother. "How would the book help you?
My selection is, to be sure, from a lawless song-book, and is supposed to be a ballad by Robin Hood, or at least one of his merry men, a very different sort of outlaws from the knaves who attacked you, sir!" On the stream of the world, the robber's life Is borne on the blithest wave; Now it bounds into light in a gladsome strife, Now it laughs in its hiding cave.
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