One grand, sweet song. [ Charles Kingsley ]
Higher than the perfect song,
For which love longeth,
Is the tender fear of wrong,
That never wrongeth. [ Bayard Taylor ]
Never does a wilder song
Steal the breezy lyre along,
When the wind in odors dying,
Wooes it with enamored sighing. [ Moore ]
Great is song used to great ends. [ Alfred Tennyson ]
The harvest song of inward peace. [ Whittier ]
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song;
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste;
Still I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward or too bold;
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste. [ Old Ballad ]
A light broke in upon my soul -
It was the carol of a bird;
It ceased - and then it came again
The sweetest song ear ever heard. [ Byron ]
Echo waits with art and care
And will the faults of song repair. [ Emerson ]
Silence more musical than any song. [ Christina G. Rossetti ]
I can suck melancholy out of a song. [ William Shakespeare ]
The nightingale is sovereign of song. [ Spenser ]
Song forbids victorious deeds to die. [ Schiller ]
Responds -- as if with unseen wings,
An angel touched its quivering strings;
And whispers, in its song,
Where hast thou stayed so long? [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Endymion ]
Everything in the end passes into song. [ Beaumarchais ]
Her step is music, and her voice is song. [ Bailey ]
God giveth speech to all, song to the few. [ Dr. Walter Smith ]
Nightingales can sign their own song best. [ Proverb ]
Music's force can tame the furious beast;
Can make the wolf or foaming boar restrain
His rage; the lion drop his crested mane
Attentive to the song. [ Prior ]
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. [ Byron ]
Eloquence the soul, song charms the senses. [ Milton ]
The honey-bee that wanders all day long
The field, the woodland, and the garden over.
To gather in his fragrant winter store.
Humming in calm content his winter song,
Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips.
But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips
The single drop of sweetness closely pressed
Within the poison chalice. [ Anne C. Lynch Botta ]
A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;
Here's health and renown to his broad,
green crown, And his fifty arms so strong.
There's fear in his frown when the goes down,
And the fire in the West fades out;
And he showeth his might on a wild midnight,
When the storms through his branches shout. [ H. F. Chorley ]
Prophets of fragrance, beauty, joy, and song. [ Ebenezer Elliott ]
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong.
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. [ Keats ]
You are like a cuckoo, you have but one song. [ Proverb ]
In her days, every man shall eat in safety.
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry song of peace to all his neighbours. [ William Shakespeare ]
A song will outlive all sermons in the memory. [ Henry Giles ]
Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song. [ Waller ]
In this world of dreams, I have chosen my part.
To sleep for a season and hear no word
Of true love's truth or of light love's art,
Only the song of a secret bird. [ Swinburne ]
There is ever a song somewhere, my dear,
Be the skies above or dark or fair,
There is ever a song that our hearts may hear -
There is ever a song somewhere, my dear -
There is ever a song somewhere. [ James Whitcomb Riley ]
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death and that vast forever,
One grand, sweet song. [ Charles Kingsley ]
They learn in suffering what they teach in song. [ Shelley ]
Most wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong;
They learn in suffering what they teach in song. [ Shelley ]
Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away?
The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky,
Thou still canst find the color of thy wing.
The hue of May.
Warbler, why speed thy southern flight? ah, why,
Thou too, whose song first told us of the Spring?
Whither away? [ E. C. Stedman ]
The fall of waters and the song of birds.
And hills that echo to the distant herds.
Are luxuries excelling all the glare
The world can boast, and her chief favorites share. [ Cowper ]
The splash and stir of fountains spouted up and showering down
In meshes of the jasmine and the rose:
And all about us peal'd the nightingale,
Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare. [ Tennyson ]
Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road.
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height.
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light. [ Lucy Larcom ]
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well. [ Milton ]
Be the day short, or never so long,At length it ringeth to evening song. [ Heywood's Proverbs ]
As is the bird, so is its song; as is the man, so is his manner of speech.
Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude it may be. [ Quintilian ]
Rash combat oft immortalizes man. If he should fall, he is renowned in song. [ Goethe ]
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song. [ Wordsworth ]
The belfries of all Christendom now roll along the unbroken song of peace on earth, good will to men! [ Longfellow ]
There is an English song beginning, Love knocks at the door.
He knocks less often than he finds it open. [ Mme. Swetchine ]
Poetry is deep pain, and the genuine song issues only from the human heart through which a deep sorrow glows. [ Justin Kerner ]
Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair or manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song. [ Ralph Waldo Emerson ]
Even a man's exact imitation of the song of the nightingale displeases us when we discover that it is a mimicry, and not the nightingale. [ Kant ]
O youth! ephemeral song, eternal canticle! The world may end, the heavens fall, yet loving voices would still find an echo in the ruins of the universe! [ Jules Janin ]
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there lies the poet's native land. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]
The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its monotonous song forever and ever. [ O. W. Holmes ]
It is a bird-flight of the soul, when the heart declares itself in song. The affections that clothe themselves with wings are passions that have been subdued to virtues. [ Simms ]
It's a long stretch between that first birthday speech and this one. That was my cradle-song; and this is my swan-song, I suppose. I am used to swan-songs; I have sung them several times. [ Mark Twain, Seventieth Birthday speech ]
O brave poets! keep back nothing, nor mix falsehood with the whole; look up Godward; speak the truth in worthy song from earnest soul; hold, in high poetic duty, truest truth the fairest beauty! [ Mrs. Browning ]
Rhyme is the elementary art of the poet; but at the same time he must possess that vehement passion for melody that buoys his speech into song, his footsteps into tune, and makes his life move in a melodious rhythm. [ Bentivoglio ]
Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety, - old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastical, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, - one in all, all in one. [ Marston ]
Every modulated sound is not a song, and every voice that executes a beautiful air does not sing. Singing should enchant. But to produce this effect there must be a quality of soul and voice which is by no means common even with great singers. [ Joubert ]
There is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave! the grave! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. [ Washington Irving ]
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries; and, though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian, philosopher, and historian, - the humble listener, - there has been a divine melody running through the song, which speaks of hope and halcyon days to come. [ James A. Garfield ]