Word: harpsichords
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...first in a series of three musical programs with which Leverett House is to entertain its members will feature Ralph L. Kirkpatrick '31, who will give a clavichord and harpsichord recital at 7.45 o'clock, January 16 in the Junior Common Room...
Returning from two years abroad on a travelling, scholarship, Ralph Kirkpatrick '31, will give a recital of 18th century music on the harpsichord and clavichord of that period at 10 o'clock this morning for Music...
...spirit that runs through "Zwei Herzen." It is a summer's day in Vienna, and the year is 1830. In Franz Schubert's music room, all casements are open wide. Window-boxes overflow with flowers, and in the crooked street without, sunshine dapples the cobblestones. Schubert, at his harpsichord, looks up from his music, sees the world through the window and finds it good. His fingers stray over yellow keys; they frame the melody of a little dance. Too gay a thing to be confined indoors, it overflows the little room, swells out through the casements, and drifts down...
...spirit that runs through "Zwei Herzen." It is a summer's day in Vienna, and the year is 1830. In Franz Schubert's music room, all casements are open wide. Window-boxes overflow with flowers, and in the crooked street without, sunshine dapples the cobblestones. Schubert, at his harpsichord, looks up from his music, sees the world through the window, and finds it good. His fingers stray over yellow keys; they frame the melody of a little dance. Too gay a thing to be confined indoors, it overflows the little room, swells out through the casements, and drifts down...
...spirit that runs through "Zwei Herzen." It is a summer's day in Vienna, and the year is 1830. In Franz Schubert's music room, all casements are opened wide. Window-boxes overflow with flowers, and in the crooked street without, sunshine dapples the cobblestones. Schubert, at his harpsichord, looks up from his music, sees the world through the window, and finds it good. His fingers stray over yellowed keys; they frame the melody of a little dance. Too gay a thing to be confined indoors, it overflows the little room, swells out through the casements, and drifts down...