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View Quote Music religious heat inspires, It wakes the soul, and lifts it high,And wings it with sublime desires, And fits it to bespeak the Deity.
View Quote Joseph Addison, A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, Stanza 4.
View Quote Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,Expels diseases, softens every pain,Subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.
View Quote John Armstrong, The Art of Preserving Health (1744), Book IV, line 512.
View Quote That rich celestial music thrilled the airFrom hosts on hosts of shining ones, who throngedEastward and westward, making bright the night.
View Quote Edwin Arnold, Light of Asia (1879), Book IV, line 418.
View Quote Music tells no truths.
View Quote Philip James Bailey, Festus (1813), scene A Village Feast.
View Quote Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
View Quote J. C. Bampfylde, Sonnet.
View Quote If music and sweet poetry agree.
View Quote Richard Barnfield, Sonnet.
View Quote Gayly the troubadourTouched his guitar.
View Quote Thomas Haynes Bayly, Welcome Me Home.
View Quote I'm saddest when I sing.
View Quote Thomas Haynes Bayly, You think I have a merry heart.
View Quote God is its author, and not man; he laidThe key-note of all harmonies; he plannedAll perfect combinations, and he madeUs so that we could hear and understand.
View Quote John Gardiner Calkins Brainard, Music.
View Quote The rustle of the leaves in summer's hushWhen wandering breezes touch them, and the sighThat filters through the forest, or the gushThat swells and sinks amid the branches high,—'Tis all the music of the wind, and weLet fancy float on this æolian breath.
View Quote John Gardiner Calkins Brainard, Music.
View Quote "Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.
View Quote James Bramston, Man of Taste, first line quoted from Prior.
View Quote And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.
View Quote Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici (1642), Part II, Section IX. Use of the phrase "Music of the Spheres" given by Bishop Martin Fotherby, Athconastrix, p. 315. (Ed. 1622). Said by Bishop John Wilkins, Discovery of a New World, I. 42. (Ed. 1694).
View Quote Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river,Making a poet out of a man.The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain—For the reed that grows never more again As a reed with the reeds of the river.
View Quote Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Musical Instrument.
View Quote Her voice, the music of the spheres,So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;As wise philosophers have thought,And that's the cause we hear it not.
View Quote Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part II (1664), Canto I, line 617.
View Quote For discords make the sweetest airs.
View Quote Samuel Butler, Hudibras, Part III (1678), Canto I, line 919.
View Quote Soprano, basso, even the contra-altoWished him five fathom under the Rialto.
View Quote Lord Byron, Beppo (1818), Stanza 32.
View Quote Music arose with its voluptuous swell,Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,And all went merry as a marriage bell.
View Quote Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III (1816), Stanza 21.
View Quote There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill;There's music in all things, if men had ears:Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
View Quote Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto XV, Stanza 5.
View Quote And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
View Quote Thomas Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, Part I.
View Quote Merrily sang the monks in ElyWhen Cnut, King, rowed thereby;Row, my knights, near the land,And hear we these monkes' song.
View Quote Attributed to King Canute, Song of the Monks of Ely, in Spens, History of the English People, Historia Eliensis (1066). Chambers' Encyclopedia of English Literature.
View Quote Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
View Quote Thomas Carlyle, Essays, The Opera.
View Quote When music, heavenly maid, was young,While yet in early Greece she sung,The Passions oft, to hear her shell,Throng'd around her magic cell.
View Quote William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 1.
View Quote In notes by distance made more sweet.
View Quote William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 60.
View Quote In hollow murmurs died away.
View Quote William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 68.
View Quote Music has charms to soothe a savage breast,To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.I've read that things inanimate have moved,And, as with living souls, have been inform'd,By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
View Quote William Congreve, The Mourning Bride, Act I, scene 1.
View Quote And when the music goes te-toot,The monkey acts so funny That we all hurry up and scootTo get some monkey-money. M-double-unk for the monkey, M-double-an for the man; M-double unky, hunky monkey, Hunkey monkey-man. Ever since the world began Children danced and children ran When they heard the monkey-man, The m-double-unky man.
View Quote w:Edmund Vance CookeEdmund Vance Cooke, The Monkey-Man, I rule the House.
View Quote Water and air He for the Tenor chose,Earth made the Base, the Treble Flame arose,To th' active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave,To Saturn's string a touch more soft and grave.The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow,And short and long, were mixt and woven so,Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall,As made this decent measur'd Dance of all.And this is Musick.
View Quote Abraham Cowley, Davideis (1668), Book I, p. 13.
View Quote With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave;Some chord in unison with what we hearIs touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
View Quote William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book VI. Winter Walk at Noon, line 3.
View Quote The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers,Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.
View Quote John Dryden, A Song for St. Cecilia's Day.
View Quote Music sweeps by me as a messengerCarrying a message that is not for me.
View Quote George Eliot, Spanish Gypsy (1868), Book III.
View Quote 'Tis God gives skill,But not without men's hands: He could not makeAntonio Stradivari's violinsWithout Antonio.
View Quote George Eliot, Stradivarius, line 151.
View Quote The silent organ loudest chantsThe master's requiem.
View Quote Ralph Waldo Emerson, Dirge.
View Quote Our 'prentice, Tom, may now refuseTo wipe his scoundrel master's shoes;For now he's free to sing and playOver the hills and far away.
View Quote George Farquhar, Over the Hills and Far Away, Act II, scene 3.
View Quote But Bellenden we needs must praise,Who as down the stairs she jumpsSings o'er the hill and far away,Despising doleful dumps.
View Quote Distracted Jockey's Lamentation, Pills to Purge Melancholy.
View Quote Tom he was a piper's son,He learned to play when he was young;But all the tune that he could playWas "Over the hills and far away."
View Quote Distracted Jockey's Lamentation, Pills to Purge Melancholy found in The Nursery Rhymes of England by Halliwell Phillips.
View Quote When I was young and had no senseI bought a fiddle for eighteen pence,And all the tunes that I could playWas, "Over the Hills and Far Away."
View Quote Old Ballad, in the Pedlar's Pack of Ballads and Songs.
View Quote Blasen ist nicht flöten, ihr müsst die Finger bewegen.
View Quote To blow is not to play on the flute; you must move the fingers.
View Quote Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sprüche in Prosa, III.
View Quote Jack Whaley had a cow, And he had nought to feed her;He took his pipe and played a tune, And bid the cow consider.
View Quote Old Scotch and North of Ireland ballad. Lady Granville uses it in a letter. (1836).
View Quote Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vaultThe pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
View Quote Thomas Gray, Elegy in a Country Church Yard, Stanza 10.
View Quote He stood beside a cottage lone, And listened to a lute,One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.
View Quote Thomas Hervey, The Devil's Progress.
View Quote Why should the devil have all the good tunes?
View Quote Rowland Hill, Sermons. In his biography by E. W. Broome, p. 93.
View Quote Music was a thing of the soul—a rose-lipped shell that murmured of the eternal sea—a strange bird singing the songs of another shore.
View Quote Josiah Gilbert Holland, Plain Talks on Familiar Subjects, Art and Life.
View Quote From thy dead lips a clearer note is bornThan ever Triton blew from wreathéd horn.
View Quote Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., Chambered Nautilus.
View Quote CitharœdusRidetur chorda qui semper oberrat eadem.
View Quote The musician who always makes a mistake on the same string, is laughed at.
View Quote Horace, Ars Poetica (18 BC), 355.
View Quote Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells!Ply all your changes, all your swells,Play uppe "The Brides of Enderby."
View Quote Jean Ingelow, High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire.
View Quote When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
View Quote Job, XXXVIII. 7.
View Quote Ere music's golden tongueFlattered to tears this aged man and poor.
View Quote John Keats, The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 3.
View Quote The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.
View Quote John Keats, The Eve of St. Agnes, Stanza 4.
View Quote Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.
View Quote John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn.
View Quote I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.
View Quote Charles Lamb, A Chapter on Ears.
View Quote A velvet flute-note fell down pleasantly,Upon the bosom of that harmony,And sailed and sailed incessantly,As if a petal from a wild-rose blownHad fluttered down upon that pool of tone,And boatwise dropped o' the convex sideAnd floated down the glassy tideAnd clarified and glorifiedThe solemn spaces where the shadows bide.From the warm concave of that fluted noteSomewhat, half song, half odour forth did floatAs if a rose might somehow be a throat.
View Quote Sidney Lanier, The Symphony.
View Quote Music is in all growing things;And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that must be heard;Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.
View Quote Lathrop, Music of Growth.
View Quote Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
View Quote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Children of the Lord's Supper, line 262.
View Quote Yea, music is the Prophet's artAmong the gifts that God hath sent,One of the most magnificent!
View Quote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, Part III. Second Interlude, Stanza 5.
View Quote When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
View Quote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), Part I. 1.
View Quote He is dead, the sweet musician! * * * *He has moved a little nearerTo the Master of all music.
View Quote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Song of Hiawatha (1855), Part XV, line 56.
View Quote Music is the universal language of mankind.
View Quote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Outre-Mer. Ancient Spanish Ballads.
View Quote Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease,Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
View Quote Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day is Done, Stanza 8.
View Quote Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
View Quote John Milton, Arcades, line 68.
View Quote Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
View Quote John Milton, Areopagitica (1644).
View Quote Can any mortal mixture of earth's mouldBreathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
View Quote John Milton, Comus (1637), line 244.
View Quote Ring out ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears,If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time;And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow,And with your ninefold harmony,Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
View Quote John Milton, Hymn on the Nativity, Stanza 13.
View Quote There let the pealing organ blow,To the full voiced quire below,In service high, and anthems clear,As may with sweetness, through mine ear,Dissolve me into ecstasies,And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
View Quote John Milton, Il Penseroso (1631), line 161.
View Quote Untwisting all the chains that tie the hidden soul of harmony.
View Quote John Milton, L'Allegro, line 143.
View Quote As in an organ from one blast of windTo many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
View Quote John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book I, line 708.
View Quote And in their motions harmony divineSo smoothes her charming tones, that God's own earListens delighted.
View Quote John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book V. 620.
View Quote Mettez, pour me jouer, vos flûtes mieux d'accord.
View Quote If you want to play a trick on me, put your flutes more in accord.
View Quote Molière, L'Etourdi, Act I. 4.
View Quote La musique celeste.
View Quote The music of the spheres.
View Quote Montaigne, Book I, Chapter XXII.
View Quote If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
View Quote Thomas Moore, Dear Harp of My Country, Stanza 2.
View Quote "This must be music," said he, "of the spears,For I am cursed if each note of it doesn't run through one!"
View Quote Thomas Moore, Fudge Family in Paris, Letter V, line 28.
View Quote The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed,Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled.
View Quote Thomas Moore, Harp That Once.
View Quote If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung,First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
View Quote Thomas Moore, If Thou, Would'st Have Me Sing and Play.
View Quote And music too—dear music! that can touchBeyond all else the soul that loves it much—Now heard far off, so far as but to seemLike the faint, exquisite music of a dream.
View Quote Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh (1817), The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.
View Quote 'Tis believ'd that this harp which I wake now for theeWas a siren of old who sung under the sea.
View Quote Thomas Moore, Origin of the Harp.
View Quote She played upon her music-box a fancy air by chance,And straightway all her polka-dots began a lively dance.
View Quote Peter Newell, Her Polka Dots.
View Quote Apes and ivory, skulls and roses, in junks of old Hong-Kong,Gliding over a sea of dreams to a haunted shore of song.
View Quote Alfred Noyes, Apes and Ivory.
View Quote There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the city as the sun sinks low;And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet And fulfilled it with the sunset glow.
View Quote Alfred Noyes, Barrel Organ.
View Quote Wagner's music is better than it sounds.
View Quote Edgar Wilson Nye.
View Quote We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;World-losers and world-forsakers, Of whom the pale moon gleams:Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.
View Quote Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Music Makers.
View Quote One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crownAnd three with a new song's measure Can trample a kingdom down.
View Quote Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Music Makers.
View Quote How light the touches are that kissThe music from the chords of life!
View Quote Coventry Patmore, By the Sea.
View Quote He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,As some vast river of unfailing source,Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed,And opened new fountains in the human heart.
View Quote Robert Pollok, The Course of Time (1827), Book IV, line 674.
View Quote Music resembles poetry: in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teachAnd which a master-hand alone can reach.
View Quote Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism (1709), line 143.
View Quote As some to Church repair,Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
View Quote Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism (1709), line 343.
View Quote What woful stuff this madrigal would beIn some starv'd hackney sonnetteer, or me!But let a Lord once own the happy lines,How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
View Quote Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism (1709), line 418.
View Quote Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.
View Quote Alexander Pope, Moral Essays (1731-35), Epistle IV, line 143.
View Quote By music minds an equal temper know,Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.* * * * *Warriors she fires with animated sounds;Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
View Quote Alexander Pope, Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.
View Quote Hark! the numbers soft and clear,Gently steal upon the ear;Now louder, and yet louder riseAnd fill with spreading sounds the skies.
View Quote Alexander Pope, Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.
View Quote In a sadly pleasing strainLet the warbling lute complain.
View Quote Alexander Pope, Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.
View Quote Music's force can tame the furious beast.
View Quote Matthew Prior.
View Quote Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease,And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys.I do not know what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then,But I struck one chord of music Like the sound of a great Amen.
View Quote Adelaide Anne Procter, Lost Chord. (As set to music, 5th line reads, "I know not what I was playing.").
View Quote We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
View Quote Psalms. CXXXVII. 2.
View Quote Above the pitch, out of tune, and off the hinges.
View Quote François Rabelais, Works, Book IV, Chapter XIX.
View Quote Musik ist Poesie der Luft.
View Quote Music is the poetry of the air.
View Quote Jean Paul Richter.
View Quote Sie zog tief in sein Herz, wie die Melodie eines Liedes, die aus der Kindheit heraufklingt.
View Quote It sank deep into his heart, like the melody of a song sounding from out of childhood's days.
View Quote Jean Paul Richter, Hesperus, XII.
View Quote The soul of music slumbers in the shell,Till waked and kindled by the Master's spell;And feeling hearts—touch them but lightly—pourA thousand melodies unheard before!
View Quote Samuel Rogers, Human Life, line 363.
View Quote Give me some music; music, moody foodOf us that trade in love.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (1600s), Act II, scene 5, line 1.
View Quote I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (1611), Act II, scene 3, line 12.
View Quote And it will discourse most eloquent music.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act III, scene 2, line 374. ("Excellent music" in Knight's ed.).
View Quote You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Hamlet (1600-02), Act III, scene 2, line 379.
View Quote How irksome is this music to my heart!When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
View Quote William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part II (c. 1590-91), scene 1, line 56.
View Quote Orpheus with his lute made trees,And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing:To his music, plants and flowersEver sprung; as sun and showers, There had made a lasting spring.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Henry VIII (c. 1613), Act III, scene 1, line 3.
View Quote Everything that heard him play,Even the billows of the sea,Hung their heads, and then lay by;In sweet music is such art:Killing care and grief of heartFall asleep, or, hearing, die.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Henry VIII (c. 1613), Act III, scene 1, line 9.
View Quote The choir,With all the choicest music of the kingdom,Together sung Te Deum.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Henry VIII (c. 1613), Act IV, scene 1, line 90.
View Quote One whom the music of his own vain tongueDoth ravish like enchanting harmony.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost (c. 1595-6), Act I, scene 1, line 167.
View Quote Though music oft hath such a charmTo make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (1603), Act IV, scene 1, line 14.
View Quote Let music sound while he doth make his choice;Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,Fading in music.
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (late 1590s), Act III, scene 2, line 43.
View Quote How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears: soft stillness, and the nightBecomes the touches of sweet harmony.
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (late 1590s), Act V, scene 1, line 54.
View Quote There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;Such harmony is in immortal souls;But, whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (late 1590s), Act V, scene 1, line 57.
View Quote Therefore the poetDid feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods;Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,But music for the time doth change his nature.
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (late 1590s), Act V, scene 1, line 79.
View Quote The man that hath no music in himself,Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (late 1590s), Act V, scene 1, line 83.
View Quote Music do I hear?Ha! ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,When time is broke and no proportion kept!
View Quote William Shakespeare, Richard II (c. 1595), Act V, scene 5, line 41.
View Quote Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo playsAnd twenty caged nightingales do sing.
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew (c. 1593-94), Induction, scene 2, line 37.
View Quote Preposterous ass, that never read so farTo know the cause why music was ordain'd!Was it not to refresh the mind of man,After his studies or his usual pain?
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew (c. 1593-94), Act III, scene 1, line 9.
View Quote This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury and my passionWith its sweet air.
View Quote William Shakespeare, The Tempest (c. 1610-1612), Act I, scene 2, line 391.
View Quote Take but degree away, untune that string,And, hark, what discord follows!
View Quote William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida (c. 1602), Act I, scene 3, line 109.
View Quote If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odour.
View Quote William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night (c. 1601-02), Act I, scene 1, line 1.
View Quote Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet;For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeatThe words, her heart may knowWhat secret makes them so. Love, only Love.
View Quote Frank Dempster Sherman, Song, in Lyrics for a Lute.
View Quote Musick! soft charm of heav'n and earth,Whence didst thou borrow thy auspicious birth?Or art thou of eternal date,Sire to thyself, thyself as old as Fate.
View Quote Edmund Smith, Ode in Praise of Musick.
View Quote See to their desks Apollo's sons repair,Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair!In unison their various tones to tune,Murmurs the hautboy, growls the hoarse bassoon;In soft vibration sighs the whispering lute,Tang goes the harpsichord, too-too the flute,Brays the loud trumpet, squeaks the fiddle sharp,Winds the French-horn, and twangs the tingling harp;Till, like great Jove, the leader, figuring in,Attunes to order the chaotic din.
View Quote Horace and James Smith, Rejected Addresses, The Theatre, line 20.
View Quote So dischord ofte in musick makes the sweeter lay.
View Quote Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book III, Canto II, Stanza 15.
View Quote Music revives the recollections it would appease.
View Quote Anne Louise Germaine de Staël, Corinne (1807), Book IX, Chapter II.
View Quote The gauger walked with willing foot,And aye the gauger played the flute;And what should Master Gauger playBut Over the Hills and Far Away.
View Quote Robert Louis Stevenson, Underwoods, A Song of the Road.
View Quote How her fingers went when they moved by noteThrough measures fine, as she marched them o'erThe yielding plank of the ivory floor.
View Quote Benjamin F. Taylor, Songs of Yesterday, How the Brook Went to Mill, Stanza 3.
View Quote It is the little rift within the luteThat by and by will make the music mute,And ever widening slowly silence all.
View Quote Alfred Tennyson, Idylls of the King (published 1859-1885), Merlin and Vivien, line 393.
View Quote Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
View Quote Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos Eaters, Choric Song, Stanza 1.
View Quote Music that gentlier on the spirit liesThan tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.
View Quote Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos Eaters, Choric Song, Stanza 1.
View Quote I can't sing. As a singist I am not a success. I am saddest when I sing. So are those who hear me. They are sadder even than I am.
View Quote Artemus Ward, Lecture.
View Quote Strange! that a harp of thousand stringsShould keep in tune so long.
View Quote Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book II. 19.
View Quote And with a secret pain,And smiles that seem akin to tears,We hear the wild refrain.
View Quote John Greenleaf Whittier, At Port Royal.
View Quote I'm the sweetest sound in orchestra heardYet in orchestra never have been.
View Quote William Wilberforce, Riddle, first lines.
View Quote Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy,Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees Rustle their pale leaves listlesslyOr the drifting foam of a restless seaWhen the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
View Quote Oscar Wilde, In the Gold Room, A Harmony.
View Quote What fairy-like music steals over the sea,Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?
View Quote Mrs. M. C. Wilson, What Fairy-like Music.
View Quote Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand!
View Quote Stevie Wonder, "Sir Duke"
View Quote Where music dwellsLingering, and wandering on as loth to die:Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proofThat they were born for immortality.
View Quote William Wordsworth, Ecclesiastical Sonnets, Part III. 63. Inside of King's Chapel, Cambridge.
View Quote Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
View Quote William Wordsworth, A Morning Exercise.
View Quote Soft is the music that would charm forever:The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
View Quote William Wordsworth, Not Love, Not War.
View Quote Sweetest melodiesAre those that are by distance made more sweet.
View Quote William Wordsworth, Personal Talk, Stanza 2.
View Quote The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more.
View Quote William Wordsworth, The Solitary Reaper.
View Quote Thank you. If you appreciate the tuning so much, I hope you'll enjoy the playing more.
View Quote Ravi Shankar tuning up before his performance on Sitar, Soundbite of "The Concert For Bangladesh"
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