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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384935" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Study In Feeling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be a great musician you must be a man of moods,<br>You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes.<br>To execute pianos and to fiddle with success,<br>With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce;<br>It was so with Paganini, Remenzi and Cho-pang,<br>And so it was with Peterkin Von Gabriel O’Lang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Monsieur O’Lang had sympathy to such a great degree.<br>No virtuoso ever lived was quite so great as he;<br>He was either very happy or very, very sad;<br>He was always feeling heavenly or oppositely bad;<br>In fact, so sympathetic that he either must enthuse<br>Or have the dumps; feel ecstacy or flounder in the blues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So all agreed that Peterkin Von Gabriel O’Lang<br>Was the greatest violinist in the virtuoso gang.<br>The ladies bought his photographs and put them on the shelves<br>In the place of greatest honor, right beside those of themselves;<br>They gladly gave ten dollars for a stiff backed parquette chair.<br>And sat in mouth-wide happiness a-looking at his hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say 'a looking at his hair,' I mean just what I say,<br>For no one ever had a chance to hear P. O’Lang play;<br>So subtle was his sympathy, so highly strung was he,<br>His moods were barometric to the very last degree;<br>The slightest change of weather would react upon his brain,<br>And fill his soul with joyousness or murder it with pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when his soul was troubled he had not the heart to play.<br>But let his head droop sadly down in such a soulful way,<br>That every one that saw him declared it was worth twice<br>(And some there were said three times) the large admission price;<br>And all were quite unanimous and said it would be crude<br>For such a man to fiddle when he wasn’t in the mood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when his soul was filled with joy he tossed his flowing hair<br>And waved his violin-bow in great circles in the air;<br>Ecstaticly he flourished it, for so his spirit thrilled,<br>Thus only could he show the joy with which his heart was filled;<br>And so he waved it up and down and ’round and out and in,—<br>But he never, never, NEVER touched it to his violin!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ellis+Parker+Butler">Ellis Parker Butler</a><div class=q>
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You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes.
To execute pianos and to fiddle with success,
With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce;
It was so with Paganini, Remenzi and Cho-pang,..."></div>
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