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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..."
"...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..."
It is, Anna! As is the W itself. There is a second intimately-linked W of a musical variety too
"...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..."
Come on! Out with it! Don't beat about the (mulberry) bush !!
"...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..."
Otto Wesendonck, the silk merchant. Two of the Wesendonck lieder. And Mathilde W. died 31/8/1902 if that's the relevant date.
Well! I was totally wrong (again) because when I asked if it were literary I had in mind The Sorrows of Young Werther, as Norfy and mercia did, but couldn't tie anything else in but there is Silk involved in that book isn't there? And I tried to tie it in with those Werther sweets! Never heard of Wesendonck I confess.
Otto Wesendonck, the silk merchant. Two of the Wesendonck lieder. And Mathilde W. died 31/8/1902 if that's the relevant date.
"...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..."
* (Oh my Goodness, this [girl] is such An Innocent Abroad, what shall we do with [her]?)
*Mutatis mutandis
"...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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