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"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Anna View PostOh course I have been watching you, I am the third wraith on the second horse chesnut tree as you do a left turn. Oh, I don't need an imagination, your Sturmey Archer gears do it for me. But shoe laces, and the waft of Sketchleys, are they as exciting as steam trains?"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Norfolk Born
Respighi, yes, Regina, no (but something to do with the Queen may well lead you to one part of the answer).
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostActually, I can answer my own question... yes it is. I knew it was nagging away at my subconscious, and I've nalied it.
Respighi's 'Feste Romane' are:
1. Circenses: Circuses [as in 'Bread and...']
2. Giubileo: Jubilee [as in the Royal...]
3. L'Ottobrata: October Festival [as in Munich beer...]
4. La Befana: Epiphany [as in 'sudden revelation']
It was the Epiphany connection that did it.
I'll wait to get the green flag before taking to the track with S
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Originally posted by Norfolk Born View PostRespighi, yes, Regina, no (but something to do with the Queen may well lead you to one part of the answer).
PS:
Ah! you did!
I'm obliged.
Is there still some sort of Stewards' enquiry over P???"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Crumbs... I have just awoken from an afternoon nap (needed to calm my nerves after the shop, and to help prepare for this evening's nut roast), to find myself chuckling tears on reading the above. You lot are fabulous fun!
Yes, Norfy, you are correct. Meg > mystic > chord > Promethius.
So all is well, on and up we go!Pacta sunt servanda !!!
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Originally posted by mercia View PostI don't know if I'm suffering from sun stroke but I'm sure subcontra posted an identical answer to caliban a minute before, but it's disappeared nowPacta sunt servanda !!!
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Originally posted by mercia View Postso what (out of interest) regarding Prometheus, was the miniature oratorio by our hero of the day ?
"Prometheus" (D. 674) is an intensely dramatic art song composed by Franz Schubert in October 1819 to a poem of the same name by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. It was written for bass voice in the key of B♭ major, but the key moves repeatedly through various major to minor tonalities, ending in C major. In Goethe's dramatic declamation by Prometheus, which would be set again, with very different effect, by Hugo Wolf, "with his alternations of ariosos and recitatives, Schubert created a miniature oratorio", observes Edward F. Kravitt. (Wiki)Pacta sunt servanda !!!
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Originally posted by Anna View PostOh. That explains a lot.
But enough of such small talk about accessories!
An S, s.v.p., which among many other things connects some passionate piscatorial good fortune, a disabled lad and an insomniac who shares her name with a rather large gun."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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amateur51
Originally posted by Caliban View PostThey account for my smooth and noiseless acceleration...
But enough of such small talk about accessories!
An S, s.v.p., which among many other things connects some passionate piscatorial good fortune, a disabled lad and an insomniac who shares her name with a rather large gun.
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Originally posted by amateur51 View PostA disabled lad wouldn't spend time in a secret garden, would he?"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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