English Verses Set to Hindu Music: In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of WalesJ. N. Ghose & Company, 1875 - 156 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 13 筆
第 iv 頁
... rest . The sign of Agháta or beating ( 3 ) is placed upon the sign of máttrá . Thus : -C . The sign of Biráma or rest ( . ) is iv ELEMENTARY RULES FOR.
... rest . The sign of Agháta or beating ( 3 ) is placed upon the sign of máttrá . Thus : -C . The sign of Biráma or rest ( . ) is iv ELEMENTARY RULES FOR.
第 v 頁
... rest ( . ) is also placed upon the O sign of máttrá . Thus : -C . According to Sanskrit music , the first beating of a tála is named Shoma , the sign of which ( + ) lies upon the + sign of máttrá . Thus --C . The space of time from ...
... rest ( . ) is also placed upon the O sign of máttrá . Thus : -C . According to Sanskrit music , the first beating of a tála is named Shoma , the sign of which ( + ) lies upon the + sign of máttrá . Thus --C . The space of time from ...
第 vi 頁
... rest . " This difference in the Agháta and Biráma separates one tála from another of a similar number of máttrás . In vocal music , the words of a song are put exactly under the notes in which they are to be sung . But if it is found in ...
... rest . " This difference in the Agháta and Biráma separates one tála from another of a similar number of máttrás . In vocal music , the words of a song are put exactly under the notes in which they are to be sung . But if it is found in ...
第 21 頁
... rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . We thought , as we ...
... rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . We thought , as we ...
第 38 頁
... rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died . But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a ...
... rest his head . " With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died . But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a ...
常見字詞
ALEXANDER SELKIRK battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN Britain's best bulwarks cing cried deep dore thee dread E F G earth England's heart Excelsior F A G F E D F E F F F F F G F fair isle G A G G E F G F E G F G gay dance Gunga happy and blest hath heaven HEMANS HEPTACHORDS HINDU MUSIC homes of England isle land light ling Long Lord Madhyamána mudárá night o'er pure art thou round RULE BRITANNIA rule the waves Sanskrit saptaca save the Queen shore sign of máttrá SIR JOHN MOORE smile song soul stormy winds sweet Tála ters ther thine Thou art throne thy daugh truth tells winds do blow ΙΔ الله
熱門章節
第 55 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 56 頁 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
第 37 頁 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
第 112 頁 - FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
第 21 頁 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
第 127 頁 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第 125 頁 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
第 124 頁 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
第 90 頁 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第 85 頁 - Half buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device — Excelsior!