Song

It is best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them.

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The best days of the church have always been its singing days.

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And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

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Sing a song of sixpence.

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Song opens a window to the secret places of the soul.

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I deeply felt that song should makeAll those who feel and think.

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Listen to that song, and learn it!If by such songs you would earn it!

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Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,Come, but one verse.

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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

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I cannot sing the old songs I do not know the words.

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All this for a song.

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I can not sing the old songs now! They go.

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Unlike my subject now * * * shall be my song,It shall be witty and it sha'n't be long!

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A song of hate is a song of Hell; England.

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Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

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He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

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We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground,Give us a song to cheer.

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In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet, The song that is fit for men!

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The song on its mighty pinionsTook every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

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Such songs have power to quiet That follows after prayer.

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And grant that when I face the grisly Thing, That feels the Master Melody—and snaps.

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She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune … and fears no manner of ill because she means none.

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I think, whatever mortals crave, Who will not read a sermon.

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Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

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Builders, raise the ceiling high, Hear the wedding song!

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Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

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The lively Shadow-World of Song.

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Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

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Knitting and withal singing, and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work.

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Because the gift of Song was chiefly lent,We lack, and not for those which we possess.

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They sang of love and not of fame; But all sang "Annie Laurie."

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Short swallow-flights of song, that dipTheir wings in tears, and skim away.

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Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.

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Grasshopper to grasshopper, ant to ant is dear,Hawks love hawks, but I the muse and song.

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Swift, swift, and bring with you Song's Indian summer!

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Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song.

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A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not mis-become a monarch.

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Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song— While we were marching through Georgia.

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