give the fifth and the octave," said Mr.
But when a poet gets into the habit of using his heartstrings to make chords
for his lyre, he may thrum upon them as much as he will, without any great pain to himself.
Tim's fingers on the lift-shunt strike chords
of numbers--1:4:7:--2:4:6:--7:5:3, and so on; for he is running by his tanks only, lifting or lowering her against the uneasy air.
There are chords
in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.
With the roar of the opening theme he knew that things were going extraordinarily; in the chords
that herald the conclusion he heard the hammer strokes of victory.
Pride, too, entered into her submission--which perhaps was a symptom of that reckless acquiescence in chance too apparent in the whole d'Urberville family--and the many effective chords
which she could have stirred by an appeal were left untouched.
The music of life would be mute if the chords
of memory were snapped asunder.
There was a primeval piano in his sitting-room, and on the second morning it suited his mood to sit down at this and sing 'Asthore', the fruity pathos of which ballad appealed to him strongly at this time, accompanying himself by an ingenious arrangement in three chords
A long time had apparently passed since his heart had stopped beating, for the white and rosy procession was in fact half way up the nave, the Bishop, the Rector and two white-winged assistants were hovering about the flower-banked altar, and the first chords
of the Spohr symphony were strewing their flower-like notes before the bride.
And he told me," he said, playing little chords
where I shall put full stops, "The Coavinses had left.
He judged that the disease had already attacked the vocal chords
There was a great deal more clapping when she finished, and when this was over, as an encore, she gave a piece which imitated the sea; there were little trills to represent the lapping waves and thundering chords
, with the loud pedal down, to suggest a storm.
The respectability of the country's appearance awakened answering chords
in his nature.
Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords
with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
Hilbery ran over these phrases as if she were trying chords
that did not quite satisfy her ear.