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Updated: June 3, 2025
But you never could tell what she might not sing, and some mornings there would be long trills and leapings onto high notes: long notes and leaping onto trills, and occasionally she sang a real song. That was worth waiting for, and Georgie did not hesitate to let drop that she had sung four last night to his accompaniment.
When I wake very early in the morning I lie in a drowsy sort of dream, trying to disentangle, one from the other, the various bird notes, trills, coos, croons, chirps, chirrups, and warbles. Suddenly there falls on the air a delicious, liquid, finished song; so pure, so mellow, so joyous, that I go to the window and look out at the morning world, half awakened, like myself.
Daisy found that was a good time for her own prayers; there was nothing to disturb her, and nothing to be heard at all, except that soft sound of Juanita's voice, and the clear trills and quavers of the little birds' voices in the trees. There was no disturbance in any of those sounds; nothing but joy and gladness and the voice of melody from them all.
Despite his idiomatic treatment of the piano it must be remembered that Chopin under Sontag's and Paganini's influence imitated both voice and violin on the keyboard. His lyricism is most human, while the portamento, the slides, trills and indescribably subtle turns are they not of the violin? Wagner said to Mr.
"Of a flute, bright Senorita," interposed Jean Jacques. "But high, and with the trills in the skies, and all like a laugh with a tear in it. When she went to the river to wash "
The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood. "Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning." Love Takes Up the Glass of Time
Occasionally they whispered together. "You play too well, Velasco! Hist scratch with the bow!" "I can't, Kaya, it is maddening!" "Just a little, Velasco." "Is that better? Týsyacha chertéi, how it rasps one's ears!" "Yes, but your technique, Velasco! No gypsey could play like that! Leave out the double stops and the trills!" "I forget, little one, I forget! The Stradivarius plays itself.
Amid the sweet voices that floated up on the notes of the pealing organ was clearly distinguished that of Mere St. Borgia, the aunt of Angelique, who led the choir of nuns. In trills and cadences of divine melody the voice of Mere St. Borgia rose higher and higher, like a spirit mounting the skies. The words were indistinct, but Angelique knew them by heart.
It was an Italian love song full of sweet rippling notes and trills but, as she sang it, a very ecstasy of yearning tenderness that changed suddenly to joy and rapturous happiness, her glorious voice ringing out full-throated, rich and clear, inexpressibly sweet, swelling louder and louder until suddenly it was gone and we standing mute with awed delight.
No sound has been heard for an hour. The bird seems fond of sound and will answer in trills and chuckles attempts to imitate its call. The condition of perfect silence is not for this noisy sphere. The artist in so-called silences merely registers certain more or less delicate sound-waves flowing in easy contours, which others have not the leisure to distinguish.
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