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His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. - William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Northumberland at II, i) Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant. - William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona (Lucetta at I, ii) She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. - William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale (Clown at IV, iii) Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Jane--The Keen Stars were Twinkling Sweetest the strain when in the song The singer has been lost. - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward (Elizabeth Stuart Phelps), The Poet and the Poem Displaying page 2 of 2 for this topic: << Prev 1 [2]
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