The roll of the drum at that unquiet crisis seemed to go through the streets, less as the martial music
of the soldiers, than as a muster-call to the inhabitants themselves.
No sooner had they finished eating than they heard the distant blast of many trumpets, and the sound of a brass band playing martial music
; so they all went out upon the balcony.
Though the arts of peace were unknown to this fatal region, its forests were alive with men; its shades and glens rang with the sounds of martial music
, and the echoes of its mountains threw back the laugh, or repeated the wanton cry, of many a gallant and reckless youth, as he hurried by them, in the noontide of his spirits, to slumber in a long night of forgetfulness.
On gala days the town fires its great guns, which echo like popguns to these woods, and some waifs of martial music
occasionally penetrate thus far.
She was standing thus in silent meditation when there rose to her the strains of martial music
from the city below--the deep, mellow tones of the long war trumpets of mounted troops, the clear, ringing notes of foot-soldiers' music.
For, like strains of martial music
, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest.
She had not heard the martial music
of the garrison, melting on the evening air, nor seen the strange banner, which fluttered over the heights that rose at no great distance from her father's extensive grounds, without experiencing some of those secret impulses which are thought to distinguish the sex.
Together they'll perform a rousing score, replete with a satisfying mixture of patriotic martial music
, comic vaudeville turns, a satiric political minuet, a haunting anti-war ballad, and wistful love tunes.
The art form demands stylized movements, martial music
(drums, trumpets, trombones, clarinets), dexterity in the wielding of swords and other bladed weapons, stentorian, declamatory dialogue, and fleet-footed choreography.
In the meantime, there was Elias's mother cooking breakfast and the martial music
playing along the street in Pasay.
Natasha Day's radiant soprano was crucial in both works: a passionate, yearning Marie seduced by the pugnacious macho posturing of Berg's deliberately hollow martial music
and as the wonderfully soothing, wordless other-worldly offstage voice providing a final benediction at the symphony's end.