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He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.
The Harmonica is the world's best-selling musical instrument. You're welcome.
While a man is stringing a harp, he tries the strings, not for music, but for construction. When it is finished it shall be played for melodies. God is fashioning the human heart for future joy. He only sounds a string here and there to see how far His work has progressed.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
i play a mean harmonica
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart ...
Your body is the harp of the soul.
I've Got the World on a String,
The bottom string is tuned to an open G.
It was a girl playing a harp, like in an orchestra. It was in this tree at our campsite. And since it was breezy weather that weekend, the girl's arms were almost always turning.
S called a lute," said Caleb, through a mouthful of walrus.
"Whut?"
"IT'S CALLED A LUTE, HAMISH!"
"Aye, I used to loot!
The harmonica is a great instrument.
Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn,
Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute,
Are half so sweet as tender human words.
(As a boy) I was listening to Sonny Boy Williamson's (I) records and I would close my eyes and I could visualize myself playing the harp.
A whispering and watery Norfolk sound
Telling of all the moonlit reeds around.
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, won't you play with my ding-a-ling.Play-- Chuck Berry
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.
The willow tree plays the water like a harp.
In the hierarchy of instruments, if you're a harpist, you're considered someone with a brain much more than if you're a singer.
Heaven must be populated with some rather strange creatures if all they lived for was to go to a place where they can strum harps for eternity.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Bells are musics laughter.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand ...
I've got more than one string to my bow, and I thought I'd give this one a twang.
I've cried over string arrangements.
If a violin string could ache, i would be that string.
A violinist fiddled.
With strings resined for winter.
Summer's light splintered.
The harpy's eyes were wide with wonder. So that's Adriyel. No wonder it's famous in poems and shit.
May my lips be a well-tuned harp to sound Thy praise. Let
White
Godiva, I unpeel --
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps ...
The banquet is ready, and the minstrels are tuning their harps to celebrate the return from your wanderings to your Father's heart and home, with the gladness of feasting, and with the voice of thanksgiving and of melody.
You string people along long enough, the string withers, then it breaks - Seamus
Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
I wish you wouldn't make the strings such an important part of your arrangements because frankly they're only a tax dodge!
The harp was so much more gestural and physical for me than the piano - something about bringing this instrument into your body.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.
Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony
of parting, never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute
A happy union with wife and child is like the music of lutes and harps.
Then I started checking out blues albums from the library and playing the harp along with them.
I was the same kind of father as I was a harpist - I played by ear.
I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free.
But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.
Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
A
Round of fiddles playing Bach.
You know what really keeps your staff on their toes? A harpoon gun.
Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
I've been unaware of how people react to the instrument. People have ideas of what a harp is supposed to sound like, and a lot of them are negative ideas.
Spring has past, summer has gone and winter is here. And the song that I meant to sing remains unsung. I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument.
A sound waiting to be a word.
At last a dream come true. The Instrument of Instruments.
Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God His residence remove, Or but conceal His face. All thou needest to make thee blessed, supremely blessed, is to be with Christ.
We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear you'll listen.
Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
In the pun, two strings of thought are tangled into one acoustic knot.
I am the most fortunate self-taught harpist and non-speaking actor who has ever lived.
Adieu the clang of war's alarms! To other deeds my soul is strung, And sweeter notes shall now be sung; My harp shall all its powers reveal, To tell the tale my heart must feel; Love, Love alone, my lyre shall claim, In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
A gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity. Then the wings are bigger Father said only who can play a harp.
Once the bell is rung, you can't unring it.
Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out. Every leaf in every nook, Every wave in every brook, Chanting with a solemn voice Minds us of our better choice.
Where does music go when it's not playing? - she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.
His fingers made the string figure called a 'cat's cradle.
Blonde tangles flying everywhere and her diamond-laden hand wrapped around Jess's strong, bare torso. She looked happy and so did Jess.-From Siddy Creek
If Saul could have had you for his David, the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp.
One of the basic things about a string is that it can vibrate in many different shapes or forms, which gives music its beauty.
I recorded harp first or singing first. I recorded it all together. Part of the reason is that I don't know how to play the songs without also singing. I forget how they progress. I don't think that any of them are verse, chorus, verse, and so on. They are not simple.
I like that word," Pandora mused. "Strumpet. It sounds like a saucy musical instrument." "It
I write [music] as a sow piddles.
Our bells are worn threadbare with ringing for victories
Ted and I had history," Jake said. "We were in love. This hurts all the time. I never stop thinking about how much this hurts."
Zoe stretched out her arms and pretended to play a goddamn violin.
In the secret island the Druid shall dwell once more, and the Bard, the slave of the harp, utter the speech of the Gods.
(A name, at last. "Say it loud and there's music playing. Say it soft and it's almost like praying.")
Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier.
Fate loves best such syllables as are sweet and sonorous on the tongue.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
Better to dangle from strings than to be bound tight by them,
This banjo surrounds hate and forces it to surrender.
WHY ARE YOUR HANDS ON BITS OF STRING, CHILD?
In my own recent String Trio I attempt to superimpose two quite different sets of formal strategies, both of which, ultimately, refer back to historical precedent.
See, my strumpf is in my hair. Now, I don't know what strumpf means. It's just a term some brothas gave me.
God has a way of telling you when to change your strings.
In-Between the strumming of the strings...
a Life is Lived and Ends...
Play your music well, It's All you have to Give
Miss Lucy's called the bell o' St. Ogg's, they say: that's a cur'ous word,' observed Mr. Pullet, on whom the mysteries of etymology sometimes fell with an oppressive weight.
My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy.
A Tribute to the Kite ...
Oh such joy what a splendor has never
been heard, of a string that would lend you the wings of a bird.
Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone.
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
But it was the last string. It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left, and every paper girl needs at least one string, right?
An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less.
Jinglebell jingled his bell
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
I just started doing this one-man show, and I wanted to be able to score it, so I bought a guitar, and got a keyboard and got a harmonica. I remember when I started that I didn't understand why a harmonica had different letters on them.
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
The wren goes to't
It's a hard thing to explain, but the more I arrange for strings, the more I realize the possibilities.
If a string has one end, it has another.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
You might say that certain words are only pegs to hang intonations on.