Literary notes about rhapsodic (AI summary)
The adjective rhapsodic is often employed to evoke a sense of unbridled passion and lyrical intensity in literary works. It can describe the fervor of a musical performance—as in references to Liszt’s compositions [1, 2]—or capture the surge of internal emotion in a character’s voice, intimating an almost ecstatic, often spontaneous expressiveness [3, 4]. Additionally, writers use rhapsodic to comment on the style or temperament of art and discourse, suggesting a quality that is both imaginative and unrestrained [5, 6]. Whether describing the dynamic flow of music or the impassioned outpouring of human feeling, the term enriches narrative textures with its connotations of exalted, improvisational beauty [7, 8].
- Carreño had just finished Liszt's "Rhapsodic Hongroise" No. 2, and had followed it up with a mad Tschaikowsky fragment.
— from Abroad with the Jimmies by Lilian Bell - "She is a classical musician," said Quincy to himself, as the first bars of a Rhapsodic Hongroise by Liszt fell upon his ear.
— from Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner FolksA Picture of New England Home Life by Charles Felton Pidgin - His voice perturbed me; his silence lashed my nerves; I lived in a perpetual quiver of rhapsodic sensibility.
— from Marie Tarnowska by Annie Vivanti - I think they’re so beautiful—little red flames—” Her absorption was strange, almost rhapsodic.
— from Women in Love by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence - “If there are traces of Shelley in this poem, Rossetti and Swinburne have also their echo in some of its rhapsodic, highly figurative stanzas.
— from William Sharp (Fiona Macleod): A Memoir Compiled by His Wife Elizabeth A. Sharp by Elizabeth A. (Elizabeth Amelia) Sharp - In all his discourses he makes use of a rhapsodic and poetic style, not unlike that found in the Psalms of David.
— from What Nietzsche Taught by Willard Huntington Wright - But his heart was heavy with new burdens and he could not take his usual rhapsodic joy in the things of Nature.
— from The City of Fire by Grace Livingston Hill - 'You love me,' she repeated, in a murmur of deep, rhapsodic assurance.
— from England, My England by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
