"Catgut" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... already long had the praise of men, and do not perceive that any thing man can do may be divinely done. We think greatness entailed or organized in some places or duties, in certain offices or occasions, and do not see that Paganini can extract rapture from a catgut, and Eulenstein from a jews-harp, and a nimble-fingered lad out of shreds of paper with his scissors, and Landseer out of swine, and the hero out of the pitiful habitation and company in which he was hidden. What we call obscure condition or vulgar society is that ...
— Essays, First Series • Ralph Waldo Emerson
... sensation was created in America by the visit of Henri Marteau, a young French violinist whose excellent playing and charming personality delighted all who heard him. Marteau was called "the Paderewski of the Catgut," and he met with a most ...
— Famous Violinists of To-day and Yesterday • Henry C. Lahee
... heedful. Tentier, more watchful. Tentless, careless. Tester, an old silver coin about sixpence in value. Teugh, tough. Teuk, took. Thack, thatch; thack and rape the covering of a house, and so, home necessities. Thae, those. Thairm, small guts; catgut (a fiddle-string). Theckit, thatched. Thegither, together. Thick, v. pack an' thick. Thieveless, forbidding, spiteful. Thiggin, begging. Thir, these. Thirl'd, thrilled. Thole, to endure; to suffer. Thou'se, thou shalt. Thowe, thaw. Thowless, lazy, useless. Thrang, busy; thronging in crowds. Thrang, ...
— Poems And Songs Of Robert Burns • Robert Burns
... about two feet deep, four feet long, and eighteen inches wide, which they call balafau. It is constructed by parallel intervals, covered with bits of hard polished wood, so as to give each a different tone, and are connected by cords of catgut fastened at each extremity of the instrument. The musician strikes these pieces of wood with knobbed sticks covered with skin, which produces a most detestable jargon of ...
— Observations Upon The Windward Coast Of Africa • Joseph Corry
... Donaghadee and Portpatrick. By our common family, I mean, Sir, the family of the Muses. I am a fiddler and a poet; and you, I am told, play an exquisite violin, and have a standard taste in the belles lettres. The other day, a brother catgut gave me a charming Scots air of your composition. If I was pleased with the tune, I was in raptures with the title you have given it, and, taking up the idea, I have spun it into the three stanzas inclosed. ...
— The Letters of Robert Burns • Robert Burns
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