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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.

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The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

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Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

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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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I think, whatever mortals crave,
With impotent endeavor,
A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
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I think, whatever mortals crave,
With impotent endeavor,
A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
The world goes round forever;
I think that life is not too long,
And therefore I determine,
That many people read a song,
Who will not read a sermon.

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The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

by Irving Berlin Found in: Songs Quotes,
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I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

by Anne Rice Found in: Songs Quotes,
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There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.

by Frank Zappa Found in: Songs Quotes,
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And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

by John Dryden 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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