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    Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View Post
    Copland and Adams refer to Tippet? Half Nelsons all over the place!
    Is the misspelling of Tippett (assuming you are trying to send us down a path after Sir Michael) a clue? As in:

    The dews grew quivering and chill,
    For only gossamer my gown,
    My tippet only tulle.


    Those are lines by Emily Dickinson (from 'Death') and Copland ('Songs') and Adams (part of 'Harmonium') both set her.

    So I'm saying Dickinson but not sure about the Half Nelsons...
    Last edited by Nick Armstrong; 27-03-12, 17:45. Reason: Greater precision
    "...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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      'Musicians wrestle everywhere' (Emily Dickinson)

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        ...and there's a setting for choir by Elliott Carter.

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          Emily was so romantic:

          The rose did caper on her cheek,
          Her bodice rose and fell,
          Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
          Did stagger pitiful.

          Her fingers fumbled at her work,
          Her needle would not go;
          What ailed so smart a little maid
          It puzzled me to know,

          Till opposite I spied a cheek
          That bore another rose;
          Just opposite, another speech
          That like the drunkard goes;

          A vest that, like the bodice, danced
          To the immortal tune,
          Till those two troubled little clocks
          Ticked softly into one.
          Pacta sunt servanda !!!

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            Originally posted by Caliban View Post
            Is the misspelling of Tippett (assuming you are trying to send us down a path after Sir Michael) a clue? As in:

            The dews grew quivering and chill,
            For only gossamer my gown,
            My tippet only tulle.


            Those are lines by Emily Dickinson (from 'Death') and Copland ('Songs') and Adams (part of 'Harmonium') both set her.
            Ah; nothing sneaks past m'learned friend! &

            not sure about the Half Nelsons... [/COLOR]
            Norfs supplies the details in his two responses; so honourable mention to him, but E, lad, you get the next!
            [FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]

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              Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View Post
              E, lad, you get the next!
              E is with Francis, Frederic and Jim, and was looked up to by Ivry and Ida.
              "...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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                Not George again?

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                  Originally posted by Don Petter View Post
                  Not George again?
                  Pray explain....
                  "...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 Caliban View Post
                    Pray explain....
                    I'm not saying, because I don't want the risk of possibly winning an F.

                    Two pupils brought one mentor to mind.

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                      oh, I'd like an F question from DP

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                        Originally posted by Don Petter View Post
                        I'm not saying, because I don't want the risk of possibly winning an F.

                        Two pupils brought one mentor to mind.
                        You're right.

                        But why don't you want an F...? It doesn't have to be difficult!! It would be very welcome!

                        And have we had said mentor before? I can't recall it!!
                        "...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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                          Firstly, I've no idea about Fran, Fred or Jim. (The other two did ring a bell, which may or may not be the right one.)
                          Apart from that, I'm out all day tomorrow, so wouldn't be able to service you all in the manner to which you have become accustomed.

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                            Originally posted by Don Petter View Post
                            Firstly, I've no idea about Fran, Fred or Jim. (The other two did ring a bell, which may or may not be the right one.)
                            Apart from that, I'm out all day tomorrow, so wouldn't be able to service you all in the manner to which you have become accustomed.
                            Were you never told when you were younger not to start things you didn't intend finishing?

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                              Originally posted by Don Petter View Post
                              Fran, Fred or Jim
                              I believe they're resident in the same cemetery, if that's any help

                              (I need a good service )

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                                Originally posted by mercia View Post
                                I believe they're resident in the same cemetery, if that's any help
                                "...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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