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Kling, Henri; Saenger, Gustav; Berlioz, Hector, Prof. Kling's Modern Orchestration and Instrumentation . . .; The Orchestral Conductor, by Hector Berlioz Kling, Henri; Saenger, Gustav; Berlioz, Hector, Prof. Kling's Modern Orchestration and Instrumentation . . .; The Orchestral Conductor, by Hector Berlioz
• Kling, Henri; Saenger, Gustav; Berlioz, Hector
  Prof. Kling's Modern Orchestration and Instrumentation . . .; The Orchestral Conductor, by Hector Berlioz
  C. Fischer, Publisher, Cooper Square, New York, 1902, Blindstamped Cloth, , , Fair
  
  

  iv. 313 pp. + 21 (Berlioz) + ads. Missing front free end paper, and perhaps one blank. Edges quite rubbed, starting at front and back. Pages good, with no tears or marks. The complete title: ''Prof. H. Kling's Modern Orchestration and Instrumentation or The Art of Instrumentation containg detailed descriptions of the character and peculiarities of all instruments and their practical employment, for either solo, orchestra, or military band purposes. Profusely illustrated with examples in notes and full score extracts from the works of the greatest classic and modern masters, together with particular and practical instructions regarding arrangements for American bands. Complete directions for conducting, revised and enlarged by the author and translated from the original German edition by Gustav Saenger.'' Numerous full-score orchestral examples, usual and unusual, from composers such as Wagner, Delibes, Meyerbeer, von Weber, Massenet, Mozart, Rossini, Berlioz, Oberthur, Ritter, Saint Saens, Bortiansky, Kling himself, including both orchestral literature and arrangements of piano literature (a complete arrangement of the Pathetique sonata). Solo passages are given in treatments of each instrument. After Kling, bound in the same volume, Hector Berlioz's The Orchestral Conductor. Still a useful reference, a reading copy.

  

EARLY SPRING

Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed hills
With loving blue; 
The blackbirds have their wills,
The throstles too.

Opens a door in Heaven; 
From skies of glass
A Jacob's ladder falls
On greening grass, 
And o'er the mountain-walls
Young angels pass.

Before them fleets the shower,
And burst the buds, 
And shine the level lands,
And flash the floods;
The stars are from their hands
Flung through the woods,

The woods with living airs
How softly fanned,
Light airs from where the deep,
All down the sand,
Is breathing in his sleep,
Heard by the land.

O, follow, leaping blood,
The season's lure!
O heart, look down and up,
Serene, secure, 
Warm as the crocus cup,
Like snow-drops, pure!

Past, Future glimpse and fade
Through some slight spell,
A gleam from yonder vale, 
Some far blue fell; 
And sympathies, how frail,
In sound and smell!

Till at thy chuckled note,
Thou twinkling bird,
The fairy fancies range,
And, lightly stirred,
Ring little bells of change
From word to word.

For now the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And thaws the cold, and fills
The flower with dew;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The poets too.