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    The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
    When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
    That filters through the forest, or the gush
    That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
    'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
    Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.

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There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
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There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

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I don't believe in having bands for solo records.

I don't believe in having bands for solo records.

by Mick Jagger Found in: Music Quotes,
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Music is a safe kind of high.

Music is a safe kind of high.

by Jimi Hendrix Found in: Music Quotes,
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Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

by Lord Erskine Found in: Music Quotes,
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Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

by Thomas Haynes Bayly Found in: Music Quotes,
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Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.

Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.

by Richard Strauss Found in: Music Quotes,
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I think often sadness is a great place to get songs from.

I think often sadness is a great place to get songs from.

by Sarah Mclachlan Found in: Music Quotes,
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Music is love in search of a word.

Music is love in search of a word.

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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain--
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.

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