- Born, Gunthard
Mozarts Musiksprache: Schlussel zu Leben und Werk
Kindler Verlag, , 1985, Cloth, , , Very Good /Good
423 pp. Wear to the extremities of the dj. With a forward by Wolfgang Plath editor of numerous volumes of the Neuen Mozart-Ausgabe. Contents: Vorwort; ERSTES BUCH: Die Szene: 1. O Engländer, seid ihr nicht Toren, 2. Viva la libertà!, 3. Königin der Nacht, 4. Ein Schloss vor den Mund, 5. Was von Mozart kommt, wird den Böhmen gewiss gefallen, Deutsch zu reden und gar deutsch zu singen, 7. Alla gloria militar!, 9. Die Zeit de guten Musik ist vorbei, 10. Moduliert so durch die Töne fort; ZWEITES BUCH: Die Sprache: 1. Ein grosser Meister der Modulation, 2. O wie ängstlich, o wie feurig, 3. Vorhang auf, 4. Doch niemand kommt, 5. Hast's verstanden? 6. Nur geschwinde!, 7. Wir andelten durch Feuergluten, 8. Ich will selbst den Herren machen, 9. Amore, 10. Sagt, ist es liebe?, Und ich soll dir Liebe meiden? 12. Tod und Verzweiflung, 13. Der listigen Schlange zum Opfer erkoren, 14. Dir Lippe lügt, falsch ist der Blick, 15. Den Weg der Tugend fortzuwandeln, 16. Auf Wiedersehn; LITERATURVERZEICHNIS; ANHANG, Nachwort. Second book illustrated with musical examples.
"Woman, the New Factor in Economics." by Rev. Augusta Cooper Bristol. from The Congress of Women: Held in the Woman's Building, World's Columbian Exposition, Chicago, U. S. A., 1893.. Chicago, ILL: Monarch Book Company, 1894. pp. pp. 80-86. at The Celebration of Women Writers, University of Pennsylvania Digital Library
"Rev. Augusta Cooper Bristol is a native of New Hampshire. She was born April 17,1835. Her parents were Otis Cooper and Hannah (Powers) Cooper. In 1866 she married Louis Bristol, a lawyer of Connecticut. She is a woman of big brain, well stored with valuable information, and one of the most graceful and profound writers and speakers of the present day. Her principal literary works are a volume of poems and various published lectures, some of which have been translated into French. She is a member of no special church at present, but in faith is Unitarian, and not infrequently speaks from the pulpit. Her postoffice address is Vineland, N. Y." Augusta Bristol [1835-1910]
ODE TO EVENING
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs and dying gales; O Nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede ethereal wove, O"erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, "midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return! For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car: Then lead, calm votaress, where some sheety lake Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallowed pile, Or upland fallows gray Reflect its last cool gleam. Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o"er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil. While Spring shall pour his showers, as of the wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes: So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And hymn thy favorite name!William Collins [1721-1759]