Edward MacDowell by John F. Porte
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more worth playing than any of the preceding small pianoforte
works by MacDowell. They have his true ring and stamp, although even here not in its most highly-developed form, and they exemplify his already unerring power to create atmospheres of far-reaching significance, even in tiny spaces, for all four poems are but two-page pieces, and the most striking, _The Eagle_, is but twenty-six bars in length. 1. _The Eagle_ is a tone picture of Tennyson's lines:-- _He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls._ The opening high, wind-swept chords; the succeeding softly-breathed, high chromatics, with the deep-voiced bass, creating an atmosphere of the vast loneliness of wild mountain heights; the gradual descent to spell-binding silence and then the startling shriek and swoop down of the eagle--all these are suggested in this tiny piece with unmistakable power. _The Eagle_ is remarkable for its programme music aspect in the light of MacDowell's later works, for in these it is perfected suggestion and not realism that we find. 2. _The Brook_ is a clever little piece, delicate and refined. It begins with lovable simplicity, which is broken for a time by an |
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