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Title: Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Butterworth, Hezekiah, 1839-1905. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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pro-duced only on a single occasion. His most enduring work is the PassionMusic. In 1850 a Bach Society was formed in London, and a revival of the worksof the master followed. Bach wrote five passions, but only one for two choirs. To the general audience much of the Passion music, as arranged for Englishchoral societies, seems too difficult for appreciation ; but the over-choir at thebeginning, the expression of suffering and darkness, and the so-called earth-quake choruses, with its sudden and stupendous effects, impress even theuneducated ear. The beauty and power of the oratorio as a work of art are felt in proportionto ones musical training ; but as a sublime tone-sermon, all may feel its force,and dream that the awful tragedy it represents is passing before them. THE ORGAN-TEMPEST OF LUCERNE. We came to fair Lucerne at even, — How beauteous was the scene !The snowy Alps like walls of heaven Rose oer the Alps of green ;The damask sky a roseate light Flashed on the Lake, and low
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THE SONGS OF THE RHINE. 273 Above Mt. Pilates shadowy heightNight bent her silver bow. We turned towards the faded fane, How many centuries old !And entered as the organs strain Along the arches rolled ;Such as when guardian spirits bear A soul to realms of light,And melts in the immortal air The anthem of their flight;Then followed strains so sweet, So sadly sweet and low,That they seemed like memorys music, And the chords of long ago. A light wind seemed to rise ; A deep gust followed soon,As when a dark cloud flies Across the sun, at noon.It filled the aisles, — each drew His garments round his form ;We could not feel the wind that blew, We could only hear the storm.Then we cast a curious eye Towards the windows lights,And saw the lake serenely lie Beneath the crystal heights.Fair rose the Alps of white Above the Alps of green,The slopes lay bright in the sun of night, And the peaks in the sun unseen. A deep sound shook the air, As when the tempest breaksUpon the peaks, while sun

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