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Transcript of Music
Emily Jane Bronte
She dried her tears and they did smile
To see her cheeks' returning glow
How little dreaming all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow
With that sweet look and lively tone
And bright eye shining all the day
They could not guess at midnight lone
How she would weep the time away
The Suffering of Women and Children
Les Misérables- Hugo
"...continually ill treated, scolded, punished, beaten, she saw beside her two other young things like herself, who lived in the halo of glory"(42).
"But it was because I wanted to die before you. When I got this ball, I dragged myself here, nobody saw me, nobody picked me up. I waited for you… Oh! If you knew, I bit my blouse, I suffered so much!”(455)-
, Victor Hugo
, Ludwig Van Beethovan
The Suffering of Women and Children is caused by their desire to be loved
13 December 2013
Les Miserables -
" This is a mistake. It still exists, but it weighs now only upon women, and it is called prostitution" (67).
Orphan Girl at the Cemetery
~ Eugene Delacroix
The Death of Sardanapalus- Delacroix
"Promise to kiss me on the forehead when I am dead. I shall feel it...And the, do you know Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you" (455).
The Birth of Venus -
"So let us, unobtrusive and unnoticed,
But happy none the less,
Be privileged to fill the air around us
To live, unknown beyond the cherished circle,
Which we can bless and aid;
To die, and not a heart that does not love us
Know where we're laid."
""A Fragment"-Anne Bronte
...I've noticed many a youthful form
Upon whose changeful face
The inmost workings of the soul
The gazer's eye might trace.
The speaking eye, the changing lip,
The ready blushing cheek,
The smiling or beclouded brow
Their different feelings speak...
There was no trembling in my voice,
No blush upon my cheek,
No lustrous sparkle in my eyes,
Of hope or joy to speak;
But O my spirit burned within,
My heart beat thick and fast.
He came not nighhe went away
And then my joy was past.
And yet my comrades marked it not,
My voice was still the same;
They saw me smile, and o'er my face
No signs of sadness came;
They little knew my hidden thoughts
And they will never know
The anguish of my drooping heart,
The bitter aching woe!
The Cry of the Children- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers.
cannot stop their tears.
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows,
The young birds are chirping in the nest,
The young fawns are playing with the shadows,
The young flowers are blowing toward the west.
But the young, young children, O my brothers,
They are weeping bitterly!
They are weeping in the playtime of others,
In the country of the free."
Annie Louisa Walker
Symphony No. 7 in A major- Beethoven
The Arranged (Unequal) Marriage
Piano Prelude No. 15 'Raindrop
Nocturne in C-Sharp Minor
"The Lady of Shalott"
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
"From year to year the child grew, and her misery also. So long as Cosette was very small, she was the scapegoat of the two other children; as soon as she began to grow a little, that is to say, before she was five years old, she became the servant of the house" (48).
Les Miserables ~ Victor Hugo
Funeral March -