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His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always read more
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always keep us so.
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the song of Selma,
which was sung in my halls read more
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.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
That which is not worth speaking they sing.
[Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on read more
That which is not worth speaking they sing.
[Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on le chante.]
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
You know you haven't got a singing face.
You know you haven't got a singing face.