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"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"
And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"
And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.
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 makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same read more
Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.
Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know read more
Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him. - Waiting for God.
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.
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain--
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
I've outdone anyone you can name -- Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss. Irving Berlin, he wrote 1,001 tunes. I wrote 5,500.
I've outdone anyone you can name -- Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss. Irving Berlin, he wrote 1,001 tunes. I wrote 5,500.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
