Author: George Wharton James
Publisher: Theclassics.Us
Published: 2013-09
Total Pages: 116
ISBN-13: 9781230208725
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... SINGING THROUGH LIFE WITH GOD 1 HE dictionary defines music as "the art of combining tones in a manner pleasing to the ear," but I think a far better definition is found in George Sterling's poem, Music, * which he opens with the following exquisite conceptions: Her face we have a little, but her voice Is not of oar imagining nor time, And her deep Boui is one, perchance, with life, Immortal, cosmic. Heritage of her Is half the human birthright. She hath part With Love and Death in the one mystery Of being, lifted on eternal wings From world to world. Her home is in our hearts. She is that moon for which the sea of tears Is ever a-tremble, and she seemeth ghost Of all past beauty, haunting yet the dusk Of unforgotten days; for of the lost, The changeless, irrecoverable years, From The Testimony of the Suns, and other Poems, by George Sterling, A. M. Robertson, Publisher, San Francisco, California, CHAPTER I WHAT IS MUSIC? ." "Eegiet'watTOken in her gladdest voice, .- And. .linger, as Ahe "Borrow of a dream: I-: 3&lh'tbKlQW: foi-.a.lrttle in the moon. In echo and forewhisperings of her, Nature hath many voices--gracious sounds Whereof she abideth spirit and unrest, Being their mystery. Such is the voice Of sea-torn headlands, and the song of pines, When the world's harp is touched from out the north; All cadences and murmurs of the wind; Cascades afar; vast whisperings of rain, Night ward; aeolian fruitage of the lute; And gladness of the reawakened birds, Heard in the morning twilight, like the drip Of gems athwart a fallen lyre; the calls That herald, in the wan, blue Arctic eky, The wreaths of wild, Cadmean water-fowl; Tinkle of nightly filletings of ice, Touched by the dawn, and singing of...