The Private Art: A Poetry NotebookAllison and Busby, 1982 - 231 páginas |
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... hear curlews still , and not the curfew . Burns was a curlew poet . In a letter , in 1789 : “ I never hear the loud , solitary whistling of the Curlew in a summer noon , or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey - plover in an ...
... hear curlews still , and not the curfew . Burns was a curlew poet . In a letter , in 1789 : “ I never hear the loud , solitary whistling of the Curlew in a summer noon , or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey - plover in an ...
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... hear , not knowing it , not expecting it , something so complex , so furious in energy and pace , the eight bows rising and flashing at speed , as Mendelssohn's Octet for Strings in E Flat - just to be reminded of power in the arts ...
... hear , not knowing it , not expecting it , something so complex , so furious in energy and pace , the eight bows rising and flashing at speed , as Mendelssohn's Octet for Strings in E Flat - just to be reminded of power in the arts ...
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... hear a voice abstracted from face or circumstance . You hear it by yourself . " Every speaker into the microphone is speaking intimately to a single listener " - that used to be the radio rule of performance , and it works . Better ...
... hear a voice abstracted from face or circumstance . You hear it by yourself . " Every speaker into the microphone is speaking intimately to a single listener " - that used to be the radio rule of performance , and it works . Better ...
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