O lyric Love, half angel and half bird; And all a wonder and a wild desire, Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, Took sanctuary within the holier blue, And sang a kindred soul out to his face, Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart; When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, And bared them of the glory to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die, This is the same voice: can thy soul know change? Hail then, and hearken from the realms of help!
And as I played, a child came thro' the gate, A boy who looked at me without a word, As tho' he saw stretch far behind my head Long lines of radiant angels, row on row. That day we spoke a little, timidly, And after that I never heard the voice That sang so many songs for love of me.sara teasdale
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.edna st. vincent millay
I will sing no more songs: the pride of my country I sang Through forty long years of good rhyme, without any avail; And no one cared even as much as the half of a hang For the song or the singer, so here is an end of the tale.Da i bh| dh OÅ Bruadair
There's ane end of ane auld sang.
Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope; cecini pascua rura duces. Mantua brought me life,Calabria death; now Naples holds me: I sang of flocks and farms and heroes.
L'arbre de la liberté ne croit qu'arrosé par le sang des tyrans. [Translated]: The tree of liberty only grows when watered by the blood of tyrants.bertrand barère de vieuzac
Car crime's low, gun crime's lower,The town hall band CD, it's a grower,you never hear of folk getting knocked on the bonce,although there was a drive-by shouting once,but there's a brass band everywhere,and I don't drive so I don't care,and as a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square,what is Chatteris if you're not there?nigel blackwell
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:I cannot say what loves have come and gone,I only know that summer sang in meA little while, that in me sings no more.edna st. vincent millay
A lot of songs I sang to crowds to get their reaction. That's how I knew they'd hit.little richard
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice kept harrying his woman: "It's not too late, you can still look back at the red towers of your native Sodom, the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed, at the empty windows set in the tall house where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed."anna akhmatova
La liberté politique, la tranquillité d'une nation, la science même, sont des présents pour lesquels le destin prélève des impôts de sang!honoré de balzac
Then I went in and shot the televisor, that insidious beast, that Medusa, which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little, but myself always going back, going back hoping and waiting until bang!ray bradbury
In the pivotal title role (Rigoletto - ed.), Vytautas Juozapaitis - fondly remembered for his marvelous performance of the title role in Mozart's "Don Giovanni" with the Lirico here in 2003 - sang with a dark, commanding, tragedy-tinged baritone that vividly conveyed the character's flawed humanity and despair. And he masterfully delivered the role's two big arias.vytautas juozapaitis
(Spoken) He came out, kinda like tonight, like I am, with just a guitar, and sang some songs. I thought, shit, I could do that.todd snider
Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.dylan thomas
Last night the nightingale woke me, Last night, when all was still. It sang in the golden moonlight, From out the woodland hill.
There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger's origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes.”
Aodhagán Ó Rathaille sang this sang That I maun sing again; For I've met the Brightness o' Brightness Like him in a lanely glen.
I ... started out to become a jazz pianist; in the meantime I started singing and I sang the way I felt and that's just the way it came out.
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height, What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills?
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.