- 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]
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air Which dwells with all things fair, Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain, Is with us once again. Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. In the deep heart of every forest tree The blood is all aglee, And there's a look about the leafless bowers As if they dreamed of flowers. Yet still on every side we trace the hand Of Winter in the land, Save where the maple reddens on the lawn, Flushed by the season's dawn; Or where, like those strange semblances we find That age to childhood bind, The elm puts on, as if in Nature's scorn, The brown of Autumn corn. As yet the turf is dark, although you know That, not a span below, A thousand germs are groping through the gloom, And soon will burst their tomb. Already, here and there, on frailest stems Appear some azure gems, Small as might deck, upon a gala day, The forehead of a fay. In gardens you may note amid the dearth, The crocus breaking earth; And near the snowdrop's tender white and green, The violet in its screen. But many gleams and shadows needs must pass Along the budding grass, And weeks go by, before the enamored South Shall kiss the rose's mouth. Still there's a sense of blossoms yet unborn In the sweet airs of morn; One almost looks to see the very street Grow purple at his feet. At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by, And brings, you know not why, A feeling as when eager crowds await Before a palace gate Some wondrous pageant; and you scarce would start, If from a beech's heart A blue-eyed Dryad, stepping forth, should say, "Behold me! I am May!"Henry Timrod [1829-1867]