Singing

The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation, An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow.

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Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;I see you have a singing face.

— Singing

Three merry boys, and three merry boys, Under the gallow-tree.

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The softer you sing, the louder you're heard.

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At every close she made, th' attending throngIt seemed the music melted in the throat.

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Y'ought to hyeah dat gal a-warblin' When Malindy sings.

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Olympian bards who sung And always keep us so.

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I see you have a singing face — a heavy, dull, sonata face.

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When I but hear her sing, I fare The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.

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Then they began to sing"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."

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So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

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He the sweetest of all singers.

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Sang in tones of deep emotion,Songs of love and songs of longing.

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God sent his Singers upon earthAnd bring them back to heaven again.

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Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soulAnd lap it in Elysium.

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Or bid the soul of Orpheus singDrew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

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O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the song of Selma, which was sung in my halls of joy, when Fingal, king of shields, was there, and glowed at the deeds of his fathers.

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Sweetest the strain when in the song The singer has been lost.

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But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.And headlong streams hang listening in their fall!

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You know you haven't got a singing face.

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Every night he comesAs if his life lay on't.

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Thou hast by moonlight at her window sungWith feigning voice verses of feigning love.

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O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear.

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His tongue is now a stringless instrument.

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Nay, now you are too flatAnd mar the concord with too harsh a descant.

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But one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes.

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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing Are one.

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If a singer knows only one song but makes the sound pleasant, he is indeed a singer! [...] When a singer's voice is sweet, he is indeed a singer.

— Singing