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Updated: May 12, 2025


First a gypsy boy with long black curls and continuous genuflections, and a fiddle, and doleful complaints that he could not play it, and that it was the fiddle's fault. "Well, it is for once," said Hope. "Why, you little duffer, don't you see the bridge is too low?" He slackened the string, removed the bridge, fitted on a higher one, tuned it, and handed it over.

About his neck there hung in a scarf of sky-blue silk a WREST as it was called that is, the key with which a harp is tuned, and which was of solid gold. This personage would have kneeled reverently to Richard, but the Monarch raised him in joyful haste, pressed him to his bosom warmly, and kissed him on either side of the face.

The air of the moors is so shrewd and wholesome, stirring a man's recollection of the good things which have betided him, and whetting his hope of something still better in the future, that by the time he sits down to a cloth, his heart and stomach are tuned too well to say 'nay' to one another.

A trap door gave admission to the dim three-cornered place where heads had to be bowed for fear of the beams and voices and footsteps tuned down as low as possible lest someone in authority should overhear.

Now that I think of it, I believe it changed the whole course of my life. She was leaning forward, her elbow on the casement of the open window of the brougham, her cheek against her hand; the moonlight was glistening on her round, firm forearm and on her serious face. "How far, far away from everything it seems here!" she said, her voice tuned to that soft, clear light, "and how beautiful it is!"

One day, as they were sailing through these quiet waters, beneath the overhanging cliffs, Bragi tuned his harp, and sang a song of sea. And then he told Siegfried a story of AEgir and his gold-lit hall. Old AEgir was the Ocean-king. At most times he was rude and rough, and his manners were uncouth and boisterous.

Truly, I have even now asked my neighbour, Father Morfed, if it is fairly rendered, but I have not had his answer yet." He ran his hand over the already tuned strings, and lifted his voice and began. It was not the first time that he had handled a British harp, by any means, but if he played well he sang better.

The hour was still early; of course too unconventional to leave cards on the Cardross family, even too early for a business visit; but he thought he would stroll past the villa, the white walls of which he had dimly seen the evening before. Besides his Calypso was there. Alas! for Calypso. Yet his heart tuned up a trifle as he thought of seeing her so soon again.

The world to-day is roused with the Unifiers voices of men in every city and plain crying out that we are all one in aim and meaning, that the instruments are tuned, the orchestra ready, the music in place but the players, alas, lost as yet in frenzy for their own little parts. The baton of the leader is lifted, but they do not hear.

Thorndyke's reply was drowned in a harmonious explosion like that of tuned cannon; this was followed by the chimes of great bells which seemed to swing back and forth miles overhead. "Listen!" whispered Bernardino, "father calls it 'musical thunder, and he declares that it is produced in no other country but this." "It is not; he is right."

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