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    I cannot sing the old songs
    Though well I know the tune,
    Familiar as a cradle-song
    With sleep-compelling croon;
    Yet though I'm filled with music,
    As choirs of summer birds,
    "I cannot sing the old songs"--
    I do not know the words.

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Unlike my subject, I will make my song.
It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.

Unlike my subject, I will make my song.
It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.

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Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
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Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

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Sing a song of sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence.

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I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low,
'Tis read more

I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low,
'Tis that I can't remember how
They go.

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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

by J.r.r. Tolkien Found in: Songs Quotes,
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Builders, raise the ceiling high,
Raise the dome into the sky,
Hear the wedding song!
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Builders, raise the ceiling high,
Raise the dome into the sky,
Hear the wedding song!
For the happy groom is near,
Tall as Mars, and statelier,
Hear the wedding song!

by Sappho Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

by Irving Berlin Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

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

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She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
pity: and when winter evenings fall early read more

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.

by Sir Thomas Overbury Found in: Songs Quotes,
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