Favorite Songs and Hymns For School and Home, page: 0076
450 Of The World's Best Songs And Hymns, With Lyrics & Sheet music for voice & piano.
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FAVORITE SONGS FOR SCHOOL AND HOME |
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The influence of music upon a pure mind cannot be understood in this life, much less expressed. The teacher who introduces music into the school as a reg�ular exercise, will have better discipline and will him�self be better. It quickens thought in the students and relieves the monotony of routine, Teach the student to read by note, if possible. If you have no books, use the fingers for notes. Take a given pitch�as C, as a standard. Tell your pupils that to sing they must put into action a vocal reed organ, with lungs as bellows, the wind-pipe as pipe, vocal chords as reeds, tongue as the bridge, the roof of the mouth as sounding board. Ask them to define a tone, allowing them to express |
their own ideas. Illustrate by means of a piece of rubber stretched and vibrated; thus teach them tlat sound is vibration collected and reflected from anjthi»g that produces sound. Illustrate lines, spaces, rests, a»d so on through the fundamental principles. Inform yourselves thoroughly here. Be not like soldiers on a long march with rations for only a few days. Be true to your calling. It is said that Michael Angelo, while at his work, wore fastened to the forepiece of his artist's cap a lighted candle that no shadow of himself might fall upon his work. This custom spoke a more elo�quent lesson than he knew. How often the shadows fall upon our work�falling from ourselves!�Russel. |
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THE LONG WEARY DAY.
(DEN LIEBEN LANGEN TAG.) |
SUABIAN VOLKBLIBD.
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4. Had naught but land or sea
Parted my love from me, I should not now sad tears be weeping; But hope he'd come once more, And love me as of yore,
And say," Cease weeping, Thy lone watch keeping," |
5. Now comes he nevermore! It grieves me, ah! so sore! And still at evening am I weeping; When the stars above appear, I see his eyes so clear;
My lone watch keeping, I still am weeping. |
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