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George R. Graham, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Jacobs Peterson - 1853 - Read - More editions
|“Indeed I did, Jack,” whispered the fiddle; “that is the elfin-dance; if any man |
hears that, it is impossible to withstand it—dance he must. ... And Jack drew his
fiddle hastily forth, and was just going to begin to play, when the nightingale flew
down and said to him, “On no ... Wait till the morning comes, and then I will fly
before you and show you the way out of the wood.” “Thank you, Master
Nightingale,” said Jack; so he packed the fiddle again in the bag, laid himself
down upon his mossy ...
|Hovering here and hovering there — Laughing, dancing every where, Darting in |
our frolic play Away — away away away. ... And Jack drew his fiddle hastily forth,
and was just going lo begin to play, when the nightingale flew dowa and said to
him, "On no ... Wait till the morning oomes, and then I will fly before you and show
you the way out of the wood." " Thank you, Master Nightingale," said Jack ; so he
packed the fiddle ngain in the bng, laid himself dowa upon his mossy couch, and
|Indeed I did, Jnck," whispered the fiddle ; " that is the elfin-dance ; if any man |
hears that, it is impossible to withstand it — dance he must. ... And Jnck drew his
fiddle hastily forth, and was just going to begin to play, when the aightingale flew
dowa and said to him, "On ... Wait till the moraing comes, and then I will fly before
you and show you the way out of the wood." " Thaak you, Master Nightingale,"
said Jnck ; so he pncked the fiddle ngain in the bng, laid himself dowa upon his
|But now Jack was driving his fiddle hard and close to the floor, as he had earlier |
that evening down at the Fire Hall where dancers, to that deep ... Dancers make
you play, make you good.” He lay the fiddle and bow on the kitchen table beside
the open lid of the case. ... But the rest of the time when he was away it had been
Norman who'd seen to him, wherever they worked—mines, mill, lumberwoods.
|The fiddler's tongue went running on in this way, until his worship at length took a |
friendly leave of him. ... It is now nearly thirty years since the old man first made
his appearance in the village, just at the time when the new church was
consecrated. ... a finger, but merely laid the fiddlestick on the strings, and magic
sounds instantly came out of them, while the fiddle-bow ... kept hold of his fiddle,
drawing from it sounds never before heard ; and in this comical manner, playing
and dancing, ...
|of sight through the door, we pan to his chair and then to the saber on the floor, |
rusted and undrawn for many years, and so the film ends (Fame Is the Spur, Roy
Boulting). 12 By Parallel ... to his head. The fiddler stops playing as a shot is
heard. The dancers stop. The eyes of each look upward. ... The cellist lays his
bow across the strings. The hammers of the glockenspiel sink slowly down to rest
on their bars. ... We now see Elsie and a man buying her a balloon from a street
|The "kobias" (overseer) lights his long china-bowled pipe, in which he is imitated |
by others of the non-dancing ... before unbeard by my astounded ears, and the
little fiddler is bathed in perspiration ; his body sways, his elbows jerk, his long ...
After this we require a rest, and the fumes of Karria Yaak* rise peacefully around
us. ... Now we will have a tune," bursts from several lips. ... He takes out his fiddle,
lays it against his tanned cheek, and passes the bow lightly across the strings.
|The corpulent black fiddler, and his friond who plays the tambourine, stamp upon |
the boarding of the small raised ... He never leaves oif making queer faces, and is
the delight of all the rest, who grin from ear to ear incessantly. ... to bo, as thongh
they never danced before, and so look down before the visitors, that their
partners can see nothing but the long ... Instantly tho fiddler grins, and goes at it
tooth and nail ; thoro is now energy in the tambourine ; now langhter in the
dancers ; now ...
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