Programme, Volumes 1916-1917The Orchestra, 1916 |
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2.30 o'clock SATURDAY 284 BOYLSTON STREET Allegro Andante April artistic B-flat Back Bay Baldwin bass bassoons Beacon Street Beethoven Berlin Blouses Boston Symphony Orchestra Boylston St BOYLSTON STREET BOYLSTON STREET BOSTON Brahms C. A. ELLIS cellos chorus clarinets COATS Company composed composition concert conductor Copley Square corset dance December DOUBLE BASSES E-flat major Faust February flutes Fugue gavotte GOWNS Gretchen Hats Haydn Huntington instruments January KARL MUCK Leipsic LEWANDOS Liszt LONGY March MASS Massachusetts Avenue Mehlin melody minor minuet movement Mozart musicians MVSIC November oboes October overture Paris Philharmonic pianist pianoforte PIANOLA played published Quartet RECITAL Scherzo Schomacker Schumann score second theme sing solo Sonata songs SONS SPECIALTY Spirella Steinert Hall STEINWAY & SONS STEINWAY PIANO STREET BOSTON strings Suite sung symphonic poem Symphony Hall Telephone Theatre tone Tremont Street trombones trumpets Vienna VIOLAS violin violoncello voice Wagner Washington Street wood-wind wrote York
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Page 767 - Work — work — work, Till the brain begins to swim; Work — work — work, Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures
Page 758 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Page 767 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 758 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Page 742 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Page 760 - mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum, pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes
Page 768 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap...
Page 282 - Faune, l'illusion s'échappe des yeux bleus Et froids, comme une source en pleurs, de la plus chaste: Mais, l'autre tout soupirs, dis-tu qu'elle contraste Comme brise du jour chaude dans ta toison?
Page 282 - Suffoquant de chaleurs le matin frais s'il lutte, Ne murmure point d'eau que ne verse ma flûte Au bosquet arrosé d'accords...
Page 759 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.