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It sank deep into his heart, like the melody of a song sounding from out of childhood's days. [Ger., Sie zog tief in sein Herz, wie die Melodie eines Liedes, die aus der Kindheit heraufklingt.] - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul), Hesperus (XII) The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts touch them but lightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before! - Samuel Rogers, Human Life (l. 359) If music could be translated into human speech, it would no longer need to exist. - Ned Rorem The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of. - Ned Rorem Mr. Wagner has beautiful moments but bad quarters of an hour. - Gioacchino Rossini It wakes a glad remembrance of our youth, calls back past joys, and warms us into transport. - Nicholas Rowe Music is thus, in her health, the teacher of perfect order, and is the voice of the obedience of angels, and the companion of the course of the spheres of heaven; and in her depravity she is also the teacher of perfect disorder and disobedience. - John Ruskin Music is essentially useless, as life is; but both have an ideal extension which lends utility to its conditions. - George Santayana, The Life of Reason (vol. 4, ch. 4) How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept! - William Shakespeare I am never merry when I hear sweet music. - William Shakespeare O, it came over my ear like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing, and giving odor! - William Shakespeare Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones; Make tigers tame and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. - William Shakespeare When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. - William Shakespeare Give me some music: music, moody food Of us that trade in love. - William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (Cleopatra at II, v) Come, shepherd, let us make an honorable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and crippage. - William Shakespeare, As You Like it (Touchstone at III, ii) I would this music would come. I am advised to give her music a-mornings; they say it will penetrate. - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (Cloten at II, iii) Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at III, ii) You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at III, ii) How irksome is this music to my heart! When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth, Part II (King Henry at II, i) Our court you know is haunted With a refined traveller of Spain, A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain; One who the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony; A man of complements, whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny. - William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost (Ferdinand, King of Navarre at I, i) 'Tis good; though music oft hath such a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. - William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure (Vincentio, the Duke at IV, i) Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows. - William Shakespeare, The History of Troilus and Cressida (Ulysses at I, iii) Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. - William Shakespeare, The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Women at III, i) At length her grace rose and with modest paces Came to the altar, where she kneeled, and saint-like Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly; Then rose again and bowed her to the people; When by the Archbishop of Canterbury She had all the royal makings of a queen, As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Laid nobly on her; which performed, the choir With all the choicest music of the kingdom Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted And with the same full state packed back again To York Place, where the feast is held. - William Shakespeare, The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Third Gentleman at IV, i) Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Then if he lose he makes a swanlike end, Fading in music. - William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (Portia at III, ii) Displaying page 10 of 13 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10] 11 12 13
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