- Rowe, Robert.
MIT Press, Cambridge, Mass., 2004, Wraps, , , Fine /
Fine, Wraps, octavo. vii, 399 pp. + CD-ROM. Machine Musicianship is both a programming tutorial and an exploration of the foundational concepts of musical analysis, performance, and composition. The theoretical foundations are derived from the fields of music theory, computer music, music cognition, and artificial intelligence. The book will be of interest to practitioners of those fields, as well as to performers and composers. The concepts are programmed using C++ and Max. The accompanying CD-ROM includes working versions of the examples, as well as source code and a hypertext document showing how the code leads to the programís musical functionality.
Collection Summary Creator: Schoolcraft, Henry Rowe, 1793-1864 Title: Papers of Henry Rowe Schoolcraft 1788-1941 (bulk 1820-1856) Size: 25,000 items; 90 containers plus 1 oversize; 28 linear feet; 69 microfilm reels Repository: Manuscript Division, Library of Congress Abstract: Author, ethnologist, explorer, geologist, glass manufacturer, and Indian agent. Correspondence, journals, articles, books, manuscripts of magazines, poetry, speeches, government reports, Indian vocabularies, maps, drawings, and other papers reflecting Schoolcraft's career as a glass manufacturer, mineralogist on an exploring expedition in the Ozark Mountains, geologist on the Cass expedition to the Northwest Territory, leader of expeditions throughout the Great Lakes region, member of Michigan's legislative council, Indian agent, superintendent of Indian affairs for Michigan, ethnologist, and author of works concerning the Iroquois of New York state and other Indians of North America.
Barbara Allen's Cruelty
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne, There was a faire maid dwellin, Made every youth crye, wel-awaye! Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merrye month of May, When greene buds they were swellin, Yong Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen. He sent his man unto her then, To the town, where shee was dwellin; You must come to my master deare, Giff your name be Barbara Allen. For death is printed on his face, And ore his hart is stealin: Then haste away to comfort him, O lovelye Barbara Allen. Though death be printed on his face, And ore his harte is stealin, Yet little better shall he bee, For bonny Barbara Allen. So slowly, slowly, she came up, And slowly she came nye him; And all she sayd, when there she came, Yong man, I think y'are dying. He turnd his face unto her strait, With deadlye sorrow sighing; O lovely maid, come pity mee, Ime on my death-bed lying. If on your death-bed you doe lye, What needs the tale you are tellin: I cannot keep you from your death; Farewell, sayd Barbara Allen. He turnd his face unto the wall, As deadlye pangs he fell in: Adieu! adieu! adieu to you all, Adieu to Barbara Allen. As she was walking ore the fields, She heard the bell a knellin; And every stroke did seem to saye, Unworthy Barbara Allen. She turnd her bodye round about, And spied the corps a coming: Laye downe, laye downe the corps, she sayd, That I may look upon him. With scornful eye she looked downe, Her cheeke with laughter swellin; That all her friends cryd out amaine, Unworthye Barbara Allen. When he was dead, and laid in grave, Her harte was struck with sorrowe, O mother, mother, make my bed, For I shall dye to morrowe. Hard harted creature him to slight, Who loved me so dearlye: O that I had beene more kind to him, When he was live and neare me! She, on her death-bed as she laye, Beg'd to be buried by him; And sore repented of the daye, That she did ere denye him. Farewell, she sayd, ye virgins all, And shun the fault I fell in: Henceforth take warning by the fall Of cruel Barbara Allen.Thomas Percy