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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 02:13 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Lark Ascending George Meredith (1828–1909) HE rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolv’d and spreading wide, 5 Like water-dimples down a tide Where ripple ripple overcurls And eddy into eddy whirls; A press of hurried notes that run So fleet they scarce are more than one, 10 Yet changingly the trills repeat And linger ringing while they fleet, Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear To her beyond the handmaid ear, Who sits beside our inner springs, 15 Too often dry for this he brings, Which seems the very jet of earth At sight of sun, her musci’s mirth, As up he wings the spiral stair, A song of light, and pierces air 20 With fountain ardor, fountain play, To reach the shining tops of day, And drink in everything discern’d An ecstasy to music turn’d, Impell’d by what his happy bill 25 Disperses; drinking, showering still, Unthinking save that he may give His voice the outlet, there to live Renew’d in endless notes of glee, So thirsty of his voice is he, 30 For all to hear and all to know That he is joy, awake, aglow, The tumult of the heart to hear Through pureness filter’d crystal-clear, And know the pleasure sprinkled bright 35 By simple singing of delight, Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain’d, Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain’d Without a break, without a fall, Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical, 40 Perennial, quavering up the chord Like myriad dews of sunny sward That trembling into fulness shine, And sparkle dropping argentine; Such wooing as the ear receives 45 From zephyr caught in choric leaves Of aspens when their chattering net Is flush’d to white with shivers wet; And such the water-spirit’s chime On mountain heights in morning’s prime, 50 Too freshly sweet to seem excess, Too animate to need a stress; But wider over many heads The starry voice ascending spreads, Awakening, as it waxes thin, 55 The best in us to him akin; And every face to watch him rais’d, Puts on the light of children prais’d, So rich our human pleasure ripes When sweetness on sincereness pipes, 60 Though nought be promis’d from the seas, But only a soft-ruffling breeze Sweep glittering on a still content, Serenity in ravishment. For singing till his heaven fills, 65 ’T is love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes: 70 The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine He is, the hills, the human line, The meadows green, the fallows brown, The dreams of labor in the town; He sings the sap, the quicken’d veins; 75 The wedding song of sun and rains He is, the dance of children, thanks Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks, And eye of violets while they breathe; All these the circling song will wreathe, 80 And you shall hear the herb and tree, The better heart of men shall see, Shall feel celestially, as long As you crave nothing save the song. Was never voice of ours could say 85 Our inmost in the sweetest way, Like yonder voice aloft, and link All hearers in the song they drink: Our wisdom speaks from failing blood, Our passion is too full in flood, 90 We want the key of his wild note Of truthful in a tuneful throat, The song seraphically free Of taint of personality, So pure that it salutes the suns 95 The voice of one for millions, In whom the millions rejoice For giving their one spirit voice. Yet men have we, whom we revere, Now names, and men still housing here, 100 Whose lives, by many a battle-dint Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint, Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet For song our highest heaven to greet: Whom heavenly singing gives us new, 105 Enspheres them brilliant in our blue, From firmest base to farthest leap, Because their love of Earth is deep, And they are warriors in accord With life to serve and pass reward, 110 So touching purest and so heard In the brain’s reflex of yon bird; Wherefore their soul in me, or mine, Through self-forgetfulness divine, In them, that song aloft maintains, 115 To fill the sky and thrill the plains With showerings drawn from human stores, As he to silence nearer soars, Extends the world at wings and dome, More spacious making more our home, 120 Till lost on his aërial rings In light, and then the fancy sings. There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 02:14 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Enjoy. A Thank You note to the divine. Last Edited by Pyractomena borealis on 05/09/2013 04:21 PM There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
{parhelion} User ID: 30992481 United States 05/09/2013 02:40 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Lark Ascending Quoting: Pyractomena borealis George Meredith (1828–1909) HE rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolv’d and spreading wide, 5 Like water-dimples down a tide Where ripple ripple overcurls And eddy into eddy whirls; A press of hurried notes that run So fleet they scarce are more than one, 10 Yet changingly the trills repeat And linger ringing while they fleet, Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear To her beyond the handmaid ear, Who sits beside our inner springs, 15 Too often dry for this he brings, Which seems the very jet of earth At sight of sun, her musci’s mirth, As up he wings the spiral stair, A song of light, and pierces air 20 With fountain ardor, fountain play, To reach the shining tops of day, And drink in everything discern’d An ecstasy to music turn’d, Impell’d by what his happy bill 25 Disperses; drinking, showering still, Unthinking save that he may give His voice the outlet, there to live Renew’d in endless notes of glee, So thirsty of his voice is he, 30 For all to hear and all to know That he is joy, awake, aglow, The tumult of the heart to hear Through pureness filter’d crystal-clear, And know the pleasure sprinkled bright 35 By simple singing of delight, Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain’d, Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain’d Without a break, without a fall, Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical, 40 Perennial, quavering up the chord Like myriad dews of sunny sward That trembling into fulness shine, And sparkle dropping argentine; Such wooing as the ear receives 45 From zephyr caught in choric leaves Of aspens when their chattering net Is flush’d to white with shivers wet; And such the water-spirit’s chime On mountain heights in morning’s prime, 50 Too freshly sweet to seem excess, Too animate to need a stress; But wider over many heads The starry voice ascending spreads, Awakening, as it waxes thin, 55 The best in us to him akin; And every face to watch him rais’d, Puts on the light of children prais’d, So rich our human pleasure ripes When sweetness on sincereness pipes, 60 Though nought be promis’d from the seas, But only a soft-ruffling breeze Sweep glittering on a still content, Serenity in ravishment. For singing till his heaven fills, 65 ’T is love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes: 70 The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine He is, the hills, the human line, The meadows green, the fallows brown, The dreams of labor in the town; He sings the sap, the quicken’d veins; 75 The wedding song of sun and rains He is, the dance of children, thanks Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks, And eye of violets while they breathe; All these the circling song will wreathe, 80 And you shall hear the herb and tree, The better heart of men shall see, Shall feel celestially, as long As you crave nothing save the song. Was never voice of ours could say 85 Our inmost in the sweetest way, Like yonder voice aloft, and link All hearers in the song they drink: Our wisdom speaks from failing blood, Our passion is too full in flood, 90 We want the key of his wild note Of truthful in a tuneful throat, The song seraphically free Of taint of personality, So pure that it salutes the suns 95 The voice of one for millions, In whom the millions rejoice For giving their one spirit voice. Yet men have we, whom we revere, Now names, and men still housing here, 100 Whose lives, by many a battle-dint Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint, Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet For song our highest heaven to greet: Whom heavenly singing gives us new, 105 Enspheres them brilliant in our blue, From firmest base to farthest leap, Because their love of Earth is deep, And they are warriors in accord With life to serve and pass reward, 110 So touching purest and so heard In the brain’s reflex of yon bird; Wherefore their soul in me, or mine, Through self-forgetfulness divine, In them, that song aloft maintains, 115 To fill the sky and thrill the plains With showerings drawn from human stores, As he to silence nearer soars, Extends the world at wings and dome, More spacious making more our home, 120 Till lost on his aërial rings In light, and then the fancy sings. GORGEOUS!!!! "whatever things are true, whatever things are honest, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things" (Philippians 4:8) Thank you |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 02:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Thank you for the beautiful words. Glad you enjoyed it, you are a kindred spirit. There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 03:57 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Most Peeps don't go beyond the baroque, classic and romantic eras. There is much beautiful music in the modern era. Thank you for all your kind comments! Last Edited by Pyractomena borealis on 05/09/2013 06:48 PM There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 04:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I will provide more, I have many. Please feel free to contribute some of the more unusual compositions. Last Edited by Pyractomena borealis on 05/09/2013 04:02 PM There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 04:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Lark Ascending is second only to Gymnopedie by Satie in my ears. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 39019006 Last Edited by Pyractomena borealis on 05/09/2013 04:06 PM There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 04:52 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ? There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 04:58 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | This my very favorite classical music piece! (If you will check the thread, To Classical Music Lovers, you will even see that I posted so a couple of days ago!) Quoting: Anonymous Coward 39471716 BEAUTIFUL!! There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 06:35 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Love this piece, first heard it when I was a kid, "Portrait of Jenny". Thank you for reminding me, added to spotify. Last Edited by Pyractomena borealis on 05/09/2013 07:51 PM There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 07:49 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/09/2013 08:03 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Hey, things are looking up! There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/11/2013 01:21 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Oh, if you haven't already, listen to some of Steve Reich's music. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 39019006 Minimalist but enchanting. Thank you, very unique style. There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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User ID: 22188579 France 05/11/2013 03:43 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | That is a beautiful piece of music! I always liked it! Thank you for posting! I came. I saw. I Concorde. For once you have tasted Concorde you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. "I would say today we can integrate all religions and races EXCEPT ISLAM." Singapore's founding father Lee Kuan Y ew |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/11/2013 07:05 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It's the only price of music that gives me chills every time I hear it. Glad you both enjoyed it, There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/12/2013 03:36 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Beautiful, etherial and my favourite classical piece, timely for me this evening, and a refreshing alternative to the doom on glp! Quoting: Anonymous Coward 39578796 thank you There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |
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(OP) User ID: 20793638 United States 05/28/2013 08:48 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often nothing so strange ~ Daniel Webster Omnia Vincit Amor ~ Virgil The more you learn, the less you know ~ Socrates That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time. ~ Charles Caleb Colton |