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There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an read more
There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.
Music religious heat inspires,
It wakes the soul, and lifts it high,
And wings it with sublime read more
Music religious heat inspires,
It wakes the soul, and lifts it high,
And wings it with sublime desires,
And fits it to bespeak the Deity.
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all read more
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.
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.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my read more
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my time is today.
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.