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Beethoven as portrayed by August von Kloeber in 1818. In 1820, when Beethoven wrote "Abendlied", he was 49 years old. 1820 was a year in which the sorrows of his life (deafness, illness, failure to find a marriage partner) [a] were augmented by the climactic phase of his legal confrontation with his sister-in-law Johanna van Beethoven over custody of his nephew (Johanna's son) Karl.
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Copy editing has improved the exposition. 10:54, 30 October 2012: 1,275 × 1,650, 13 pages (233 KB) Kiefer.Wolfowitz: Removed stray parenthesis ")." in abstract. Twice changed page-breaks to have section headings on same page as text. 10:43, 30 October 2012: 1,275 × 1,650, 13 pages (233 KB) Kiefer.Wolfowitz: Copy editing has improved clarity ...
Minor chords are noted with a dash after the number or a lowercase m; in the key of D, 1 is D major, and 4- or 4m would be G minor. Often in the NNS, songs in minor keys will be written in the 6- of the relative major key. So if the song was in G minor, the key would be listed as B ♭ major, and G minor chords would appear as 6-.
The title translated to "a full jug". "Dicey Riley" – a Dublin song about a woman who enjoys her little drop, with verses by Dominic Behan [109] and Tom Munnelly [24] "The Hills of Connemara" – a song about making poitín in Connemara "I'm Not Irish" - a song about enjoying Irish music in a pub, by Garry Farren "The Juice of the Barley" [1]
In response Whiting continued to revise his own text, releasing another version in 1869 and a third in 1874, the last one incorporating most of the suggested changes by HA&M. [4] Meanwhile, John B. Dykes , an Anglican clergyman, composed the tune "Melita", in 88 88 88 [ 5 ] iambic meter, to accompany the HA&M version of 1861.
O weariness, here: O ache, here! Deep peace, a soft white dove to you; Deep peace, a quiet rain to you; Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you! Deep peace, red wind of the east from you; Deep peace, grey wind of the west to you; Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you; Deep peace, blue wind of the south to you! Deep peace, pure red of the flame ...
Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea; Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly, Blow bonnie breeze, my lover to me. They told me last night there were ships in the offing, And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea; But my eye could not see it wherever might be it, The barque that is bearing my lover to me. CHORUS