Kathleen Battle, e.g.

Usage examples of soprano.

The housemaid was younger, but fatter than the cook, so either could have had the soprano.

If so, you shall have in return the earliest intelligence of every new soprano, and the most elaborate criticisms on every budding figurante of our court.

In the predawn coolness, it was rather charming to listen to the first, fresh voices caroling out their wares: a soprano from the plumbing dealer gateward, a warbling tenor from the pottery shop closer at hand.

Sunday-school superintendents, not bartenders, who chiefly patronize peep-shows, and know the dirty books, and have a high artistic admiration for sopranos of superior gluteal development.

Madoc surmised that men who sang opera and oratorio as often as Pitney and Kight did were accustomed to hearing loud soprano shrieks and could shut them out at will.

There have been a few representations in English within this time and a considerable number in Italian, our operatic institutions being quick, as a rule, to put it upon the stage whenever they have at command a soprano leggiero with a voice of sufficient range and flexibility to meet the demands of the extraordinary music which Mozart wrote for the Queen of Night to oblige his voluble-throated sister-in-law, Mme.

As a scramjet, the note was highest of all, a screaming operatic soprano.

If the Viennese fiddled while Rome burnt perhaps there were worse occupations, and when it was over--the catastrophe he saw so clearly--they would still quarrel at the barbers about the high C of some soprano not yet born, or argue over the tessitura of a newly imported tenor.

This woman often sang counterpoint with Tobe, her mellow alto voice intertwined with his pure soprano.

But whether he needed to see it or not, she needed to express it, and her smoky soprano voice was very quiet, and infinitely gentle, in his mastoid implant.

His wife was a beautiful soprano singer and was soloist in the Unitarian Church in the days of the sixties when the church was on Stockton.

Best of all, Mami seemed not to mind the singing anymore and once or twice broke out into song herself in a delicate, quavery soprano: A Santa Clous le gusta el vino, A Santa Claus le gusta el ion.

Mirandee and Clubfoot joined in, clear soprano and awkward bass, at chorus points that were not obvious.

The soprano leaves the baritone and goes up to a high D and just hangs there, either shattered or ecstatic.

In the second strophe the soprano voice takes the melody, which is supported by rare harmonies and a lovely figuration in the alto.