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    He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
    In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never read more

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Rumania

by Dorothy Parker Found in: Songs Quotes,
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Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

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Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Found in: Songs Quotes,
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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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I'm a sensitive guy. If you are a woman and you're in any kind of emotional duress and you write read more

I'm a sensitive guy. If you are a woman and you're in any kind of emotional duress and you write a song about it, I'll buy you album.

by Matthew Perry Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

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Sing a song of sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence.

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And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
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And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring
That feels the Master Melody--and snaps.

by John Gneisenau Neihardt Found in: Songs Quotes,
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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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