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The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more
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.
Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.
Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn read more
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
- Unattributed Author,
If music and sweet poetry agree.
If music and sweet poetry agree.
