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But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
- Unattributed Author,
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune.
Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune.
Music - The one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.
Music - The one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
Music is the only sensual pleasure without vice.
Music is the only sensual pleasure without vice.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
