English Verses Set to Hindu Music: In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of WalesJ. N. Ghose & Company, 1875 - 156 pagini |
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Pagina v
... song or an air . EXAMPLES OF TÁLAS . Drutatritálee or 4 máttrás to the bar . + + 1 C E D E G Ꭰ 880 Madhyamána or 8 máttrás- to the bar . Slathatritálee or 16 máttrás to the bar . + + 1 E D C D O E A A A 1. I G A CA GE D 00 00 + ...
... song or an air . EXAMPLES OF TÁLAS . Drutatritálee or 4 máttrás to the bar . + + 1 C E D E G Ꭰ 880 Madhyamána or 8 máttrás- to the bar . Slathatritálee or 16 máttrás to the bar . + + 1 E D C D O E A A A 1. I G A CA GE D 00 00 + ...
Pagina vi
... song are put exactly under the notes in which they are to be sung . But if it is found in the notation , that a note or a number of notes have no word or words to be expressed , the note of the previous word should be made to gradually ...
... song are put exactly under the notes in which they are to be sung . But if it is found in the notation , that a note or a number of notes have no word or words to be expressed , the note of the previous word should be made to gradually ...
Pagina viii
In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales Sourindro Mohun Tagore. 1 WELCOME SONG . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to.
In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales Sourindro Mohun Tagore. 1 WELCOME SONG . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to.
Pagina ix
In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales Sourindro Mohun Tagore. WELCOME SONG . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to thee With joy - ous voice we welcome sing . As bursting into festive glee Bengala greets her future king . Tho ...
In Honor of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales Sourindro Mohun Tagore. WELCOME SONG . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to thee With joy - ous voice we welcome sing . As bursting into festive glee Bengala greets her future king . Tho ...
Pagina x
... Song . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to. 1 . C B BA Ben- ga- BAG la GFGEG O her fu- D C ture king . C D E G G A A 1 . C Tho ' hum- ble our re- сер- tion be ་ ། 1 . E D C B A B A G And tho ' our may halt- ing run C D E E E E G G D The loy ...
... Song . Hail noble Prince ! all hail to. 1 . C B BA Ben- ga- BAG la GFGEG O her fu- D C ture king . C D E G G A A 1 . C Tho ' hum- ble our re- сер- tion be ་ ། 1 . E D C B A B A G And tho ' our may halt- ing run C D E E E E G G D The loy ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ALEXANDER SELKIRK battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN Britain's best bulwarks cing cried deep dore thee dread E F G earth England's heart Excelsior F A G F E D F E F F F F F G F fair isle G A G G E F G F E G F G gay dance Gunga happy and blest hath heaven HEMANS HEPTACHORDS HINDU MUSIC homes of England isle land light ling Long Lord Madhyamána mudárá night o'er pure art thou round RULE BRITANNIA rule the waves Sanskrit saptaca save the Queen shore sign of máttrá SIR JOHN MOORE smile song soul stormy winds sweet Tála ters ther thine Thou art throne thy daugh truth tells winds do blow ΙΔ الله
Pasaje populare
Pagina 55 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Pagina 56 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Pagina 37 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Pagina 112 - FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Pagina 21 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 127 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 125 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Pagina 124 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pagina 90 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Pagina 85 - Half buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device — Excelsior!