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That which is not worth speaking they sing.
[Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on le chante.]
Author: Pierre Auguste Caron de Beaumarchais
Source: Barbier de Seville (I, 1)
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Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallow-tree.
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Source: Bloody Brother (act III, sc. 2, song)
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Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Source: Wild Goose Chase (act II, 2)
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The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation,
And for the bass, the beast can only bellow;
In fact, he had no singing education,
An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 87)
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He who sings frightens away his ills.
[Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
Author: Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)
Source: Don Quixote (I, 22)
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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.
Author: John Dryden
Source: Flower and the Leaf (l. 197)
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Y'ought to hyeah dat gal a-warblin'
Robins, la'ks an' all dem things
Heish de mouffs an' hides dey faces
When Malindy sings.
Author: Paul Laurence Dunbar
Source: When Malindy Sings
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Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Author: Bob Dylan
Source: Mr. Tamborine Man, a song
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Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always keep us so.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: Essays--The Poet
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I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.
Author: George Farquhar
Source: The Inconstant (act II, 1)
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When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raises, holds his ear
To some bright star in the supremest Round;
Through which, besides the light that's seen
There may be heard, from Heaven within,
The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.
Author: Owen Felltham (Feltham)
Source: Lusoria (XXXIV)
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Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
Author: William S. Gilbert
Source: Bab Ballads--Story of Prince Agib
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So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the
thirst of his spirit.
Author: Nathaniel Hawthorne
Source: Mosses from an Old Manse--The Birthmark
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He the sweetest of all singers.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Hiawatha (pt. VI, l. 21)
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Sang in tones of deep emotion
Songs of love and songs of longing.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Hiawatha (pt. XI, l. 136)
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God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: The Singers
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They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: The Singers
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Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Author: John Milton
Source: Comus (l. 256)
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Or did the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
Author: John Milton
Source: Il Penseroso (l. 105)
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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.
Author: Ossian
Source: Fingal (bk. III, st. 1)
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But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Summer (l. 81)
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You know you haven't got a singing face.
Author: William B. Rhodes
Source: Bombastes Furioso
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Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
As if his life lay on't.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: All's Well That Ends Well (Widow Capilet at III, vii)
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Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Egeus at I, i)
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O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Othello the Moor of Venice (Othello at IV, i)
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His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Northumberland at II, i)
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Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Two Gentlemen of Verona (Lucetta at I, ii)
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She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are
most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and
he sings psalms to hornpipes.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Winter's Tale (Clown at IV, iii)
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: To Jane--The Keen Stars were Twinkling
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Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
Author: Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward (Elizabeth Stuart Phelps)
Source: The Poet and the Poem
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