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第113页 - And it came to pass when the priests were come out of the holy place," " it came even to pass as the trumpeters and singers were as one to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the Lord; and when they lifted up their voice with the trumpets and cymbals and instruments of music, and praised the Lord, saying, 'For he is good, for his mercy endureth forever:' that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord...
第303页 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
第171页 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
第39页 - They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ. They spend their days in wealth, and in a moment go down to the grave.
第268页 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, ;'-. With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
第25页 - Their stops and chords was seen ; his volant touch, Instinct through all proportions low and high, Fled and pursued transverse the resonant fugue.
第113页 - For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever : that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord; so that the priests could not stand to minister by reason of the cloud : for the glory of the Lord had filled the house of God.
第77页 - With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow, and pain, From mortal or immortal minds.
第131页 - This must not yet be so ; The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both Himself and us to glorify : Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep, The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep...
第89页 - That day, as other solemn days, they spent In song and dance about the sacred hill ; Mystical dance, which yonder starry sphere Of planets, and of fix'd, in all her wheels Resembles nearest, mazes intricate, Eccentric, intervolved, yet regular Then most, when most irregular they seem ; And in their motions harmony divine So smooths her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted.