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Those winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly. The earth is still, as if awaiting. A wren warbles, and flits through the lank drenched brambles; hill-side opens green; elsewhere is mist, everywhere expectancy. They bear the veiled sun like a sangreal aloft to the wavy marble flooring of stainless cloud. She was as fair.
Here is a picture: Tree, bush, and flower grow and blossom upon either side; and a little bird, with a throat like a thrush, warbles a canticle of exquisite musical modulations, so to speak. But the most stirring sight of all is the system of logging carried on by the mill companies. "Look!
The moujik turns to and gets up steam in the samovar, and over tiny glasses of the cheering but non-intoxicating beverage, he sings a Russian regimental song, and his comrade, the Tabreez Turk, warbles the praises of Stamboul.
Madame de Valentinois came to me with tears in her eyes to repeat the cruel remark of the princess; the marechale de Mirepoix, who heard her, sought to console her by assurances, that it would in no degree affect her interest at court. "Never mind, my good friend," said she; "the pretty bird merely warbles the notes it learns from its keeper la Vauguyon, and will as quickly forget as learn them.
“It cannot remain thus for ever, Here under the changeable moon; For earthly things bloom but a season, And wither away all too soon.” The spruce gentleman with the crisp hair throws back his head, and with closed eyes warbles melodiously:— “Einsich bin ich nicht allein.” “Alone I’m not in solitude.” The butcher has forgotten his dignity, and joins vigorously in every chorus.
It seems as if she were trying her skill before she comes like a wind over the landscape. She warbles a few glittering notes before the mournful, majestic Death-song. Dear friend, why should I send you this chip of ore out of the mine of regard which is yours in my heart? Come and dig in it. Your friend, CONCORD, January 12, '45.
The sighing wintry winds complain, The singing bird has flown, Hark! heard I not that ringing strain, That clear celestial tone? How poor these pallid phrases seem, How weak this tinkling line, As warbles through my waking dream That angel voice of thine! Thy requiem asks a sweeter lay; It falters on my tongue; For all we vainly strive to say, Thou shouldst thyself have sung!
And I venture to believe that to more than one of us the exquisite pathos of the Bride of Lammermoor is gone when Lucia warbles her woes, be it never so entrancingly, to an admiring house.
Both Donizetti and Bellini, though far inferior to their master in richness of resources, in creative faculty and instinct for what may be called dramatic expression in pure musical form, were disciples of Rossini in their ideas and methods of work. Milton sang of Shakespeare "Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, "Warbles his native wood-notes wild!"
The tow'ring lark, on rising wing, Warbles to you, your praise does sing; He cuts the yielding air, and flies To heav'n, to type your future joys. The purple violet, damask rose, Each, to delight your senses, blows. The lilies ope', as you appear; And all the beauties of the year Diffuse their odours at your feet, Who give to ev'ry flow'r its sweet.
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