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
One evening in October, when I was one-third sober, An'taking home a'load' with manly pride; My poor feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came up an' lay down by my side. Then we sang 'It's all fair weather when good fellowsget together,' Till a lady passing by was heard to say: 'You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses', And the pig got up and slowly walked away.Benjamin Hapgood Burt
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.
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
What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Dancing and singing were always like games to me. I sang constantly.tarkan
They sang of love, and not of fame;Forgot was Britain's glory;Each heart recalled a different name,But all sang Annie Lawrie.bayard taylor
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
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.
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
Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.dylan thomas
And he sang: "Hurra for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made; And he fashioned the first ploughshare.charles mackay
Last night the nightingale woke me, Last night, when all was still. It sang in the golden moonlight, From out the woodland hill.
Woddis, forrestis, with nakyt bewis blowt, Stude strippyt of thar weid in every howt. So bustuusly Boreas his bugill blew, The deyr full dern doun in the dalis drew; Smale byrdis, flokkand throu thik ronys thrang, In chyrmyng and with cheping changit thar sang, Sekand hidlis and hyrnys thame to hyde Fra feirfull thuddis of the tempestuus tyde.
"To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die."
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.
Our homeward step was just as light/As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire/And, like an echo far away,/A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square