Treasury of Favorite Song; In Three Volumes, Songs and Hymns of the Millions of Yesterday, To-Day and To-Morrow Volume 1

Treasury of Favorite Song; In Three Volumes, Songs and Hymns of the Millions of Yesterday, To-Day and To-Morrow Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ... Noise.--Why do we not hear all sounds as music? Why are some mere noise, and others clear musical notes? This depends entirely upon whether the sound-waves come quickly and regularly, or by an irregular succession of shocks. For example, when a load of stones is being shot out of a cart, you hear only a long, continuous noise, because the stones fall irregularly, some quicker, some lower, here a number together, and there two or three stragglers by themselves; each of these different hocks comes to your ear and makes a confused, noisy sound. But if yon run a stick very quickly along a paling, you will hear a sound very like a musical note. This is because the rods of the paling are all at equal distances one from the other, and so the shocks fall quickly one after another at regular intervals upon your ear. Any quick and regular succession of sounds makes a note, even though it may be a disagreeable one. The squeak of a slate pencil along a slate, and the shriek of a railway whistle are not pleasant, but they are real notes similar to those which can be produced on a violin. 1. Now the sun is in the west, Sink-ing slow behind the trees, And the Cuckoo, welcome guest, 2. Cheerful see yon shepherd boy. Climbing up the crag-gy rocks, As he views the dappled sky, evening breeze. Sportive now the swallows play, Lightly skimming o'er the brook, Darting swift they note he mocks. Now advancing o'er the plain, Evening's dusky shades appear, And the Cuckoo's wing their way, Homeward to their peaceful nook, Whilst the Cuckoo, bird of Spring, Still amidst the voice a gain Soft-ly steals up-on mine ear. While re-tir-ing from the view, Thus she bidsthe trees doth sing, Cuckoo 1 Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Still amidst the trees doth sing. day a dieu, Cuckoo! more

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  • Paperback | 144 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 268g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236600401
  • 9781236600400