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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.
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Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips read more
Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips music of what makes it exciting.
Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.
Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly read more
Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly deaf.
Music is the only sensual pleasure without vice.
Music is the only sensual pleasure without vice.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to read more
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune.
Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune.