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Roughly, however, as I have said over and over again, if I think something that I know and greatly like in music, no matter whose, is appropriate, I appropriate it. I should say I was under most obligations to Handel, Purcell and Beethoven. For example, any one who looked at my song "Man in Vain" in Ulysses might think it was taken from "Batti, batti."
"Godi, Fiorenza poi che sei si grande Che per mare, e per terra batti l'ali, E per l'Inferno il tuo nome si spande," it is not wonderful that Pistoja is lost in his scorn. Coming upon Vanni Fucci continually consumed by the adder, he hears him say "Ahi Pistoja, Pistoja, chè non stanzi D'incenerarti, si che più non duri Poi che in mal far lo seme tuo avanzi?"
He had been entrenched in those offices for nearly five years; in all that time not a single soul of the desperate crowds that dogged him had broken through his guard. Crossley was as superstitious as was everyone else who has to do with the stage. "What kind of a voice?" asked he. "Lyric soprano." "You have music there. What?" "'Batti Batti' and a little song in English 'The Rose and the Bee."
According to the people of the upper river the Fan were expelled by the Bati or Batti not "Bari" as it has been written-from their ancient seats; and they are still pushing them seawards. Tippet, whom they have visited, as a fine, tall, slender, and light- skinned people, who dress like the Fan, but without so much clothing, and who sharped the teeth of both sexes. Dr.
But Rosamond could also sing "Black-eyed Susan" with effect, or Haydn's canzonets, or "Voi, che sapete," or "Batti, batti" she only wanted to know what her audience liked. Her father looked round at the company, delighting in their admiration.
If her mother would but have omitted that chorus, which she cackled perseveringly behind her daughter's pretty back: about Rosey's angelic temper; about the compliments Signor Polonini paid her; about Sir Horace Dash, our minister, insisting upon her singing "Batti Batti" over again, and the Archduke clapping his hands and saying, "Oh, yes!" about Count Vanderslaapen's attentions to her, etc. etc.; but for these constant remarks of Mrs.
I'll sit back in the house, in the dark. Run her through that 'Batti Batti' thing she's got with her. If she's plainly on the fritz, I'll light a cigarette. If I don't light up, try the other song she has. If I still don't light up make her go through that 'Ah, were you here, love, from the piece.
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