Word: shadows
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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When the Pierian began, every shadow of gloom had vanished. Their playing was a very pleasant surprise. The two pieces most worthy of mention were the overture to "Belisario" and Haydn's Third Symphony. The "Belisario" was given with a smoothness and a repose that many a more pretentious orchestra would do well to emulate; qualities certainly not to be expected of amateurs. In the Haydn Symphony both the vigor of the attack and the delicacy of the shading were particularly noticeable. The different parts were surprisingly clear; there was no scrabbling, and the rhythmical contrast was well brought...
...overlooked by those who have not profited by bitter experience. The windows, for instance, in the University recitation-rooms are, in nine cases out of ten, so arranged as to throw the sunlight right into the faces of the class, and to envelop the instructor in a deep shadow, whence, like the Homeric gods, he can see without being seen. Unpleasant as it is to be unable to distinguish the instructor's expression or to see what he is looking at, it is still more unpleasant to have the light bewildering our notes or shining in our eyes...
...first piece, 'Shadow Fancies,' is passable; the next, 'Ballads,' a little better; Vestigia Nulla Retorsum,' awfully poor; 'Student Lamps,' just tolerable; Louis Adolphe Thiers,' good, yea, very good, in fact, the only good article we found; 'Hobbies,' insipid; 'My Friend Balbus,' worse; 'Summer,' worst, - the worst we ever saw. This will do. We do not know how highly cultured the Quarterly's readers may be, but if we may judge of their understandings by the articles written for them, we should say their amount of knowledge, individually, was about that of a four-year-old child...
...NEATH the shadow of a forest...
...right man in the right place." The modern Socrates is the "stern, inflexible father and teacher, President John M. Walton," whose "fame has spread like the little cloud that arose out of the Arabian deserts, no larger than a man's hand, and has increased till its shadow rests over the most remote parts of Asia." He built up Neophogen until now "she shines with glittering magnificence to the far distant Cumberland, and is the very goal of human perfection. Her little world of literature, the College Pen, makes her a familiar byword from the Canadian Lakes to the tumultuous...