The first violin part in this concerto is very challenging.

“It's up to my daughter who comes to her party,” her father was saying, “but you lot look like you've put a few away this afty, an' the last thing we want is any bother.”

To the North of the city, the white mantle quite hid the mountains and formed a new and lower snow-line; while within the city, the temperature so lowered that at several intervals during the day, huge hail-stones beat against the window-panes—a very unusual experience for Angeleños.

And all the sparks that may bring unto flame / Hate betwixt man and wife, or breed defame.