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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.

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In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet,
The song that is fit for men!

In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet,
The song that is fit for men!

by Walter Kittridge Found in: Songs Quotes,
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Everything ends with songs.
[Fr., Tout finit par des chansons.]

Everything ends with songs.
[Fr., Tout finit par des chansons.]

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Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head

Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head

by Robert Fulton Abernethy Found in: Songs Quotes,
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Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
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Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around,
Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

by William Gifford Found in: Songs Quotes,
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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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I cannot sing the old songs
Though well I know the tune,
Familiar as a cradle-song
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I cannot sing the old songs
Though well I know the tune,
Familiar as a cradle-song
With sleep-compelling croon;
Yet though I'm filled with music,
As choirs of summer birds,
"I cannot sing the old songs"--
I do not know the words.

by Robert Jones Burdette Found in: Songs Quotes,
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Unlike my subject, I will make my song.
It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.

Unlike my subject, I will make my song.
It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.

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She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
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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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Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
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Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

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