| Author |
Quotes |
| Charles Stuart Calverley | I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go. |
| Helen Gray Cone | A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be who sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song: We life our hearts to Heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love, England. |
| John Gneisenau Neihardt | And grant that when I face the grisly Thing, My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring That feels the Master Melody--and snaps. |
| John Keats | He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci." |
| Matthew Prior | Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song? |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley | Songs consecrate to truth and liberty. |
| Robert Jones Burdette | I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, "I cannot sing the old songs"-- I do not know the words. |
| Sappho | Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song! |
| Sir Thomas Overbury | She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early , she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none. |
| Walter Kittridge | We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Give us a song to cheer. |
| Walter Kittridge | In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet, The song that is fit for men! |
| William Gifford | Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound, She feels no biting pang the while she sings, Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | The song on its mighty pinions Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Listen to that song, and learn it! Half my kingdom would I give, As I live, If by such songs you would earn it. |
| John Dryden | And heaven had wanted one immortal song. |
| William Shakespeare | Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night. Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times. Come, but one verse. |
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