“The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.” HeartTwoPlayTogetherJoySongSpringGoldMadLipsWeatherJoy Of LifeI Love HimFlutesNightingalesLarksBlackbirds Book:A Book of Verses Source: A Book of Verses
“Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long, 'Tis not with me exactly so; But 'tis so in the song. My wants are many, and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still should long for more.” IfsMenWantShouldLittlesLongStillsSongWishGoldScoreMusterMint Book:POEMS OF RELIGION AND SOCIETY Source: POEMS OF RELIGION AND SOCIETY
“Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest triumph told.” YearsSongFallLaughingGoldStoresTriumphAutumnHarvestGemsNovember PoemsSummer To FallFall And Winter Author:John Greenleaf Whittier
“Fools, art is a heavy task, more heavy than gold crowns; it's far more difficult to match firm words than armies, they're disciplined troops, unconquered, to be placed in rhythm, the mind's most mighty foe, and not disperse in air. I'd give, believe me, a whole land for one good song, for I know well that only words, that words alone, like the high mountains, have no fear of age or death.” KnowsGivingMindBelieveWellsArtWholeAgeSongDifficultAirLandFoolMountainArt IsTasksGoldArmyHeavyRhythmFirmTroopsBelieve In MeCrownsNo FearFoeHave No Fear Book:the Odyssey a Modern Sequel Source: the Odyssey a Modern Sequel
“Do you know out of what the German Empire arose? Out of dreams, songs, fantasies and black-red-gold ribbons? Bismarck merely shook the tree that fantasies had planted.” KnowsDreamSongBlackFantasyTreeRedGoldEmpiresDo You KnowRibbonsBismarck Author:Theodor Herzl
“Writing is alchemy. Dross becomes gold. Experience is transformed. Pain is changed. Suffering may become song. The ordinary or horrible is pushed by the will of the writer into grace or redemption, a prophetic wail, a screed for justice, an elegy of sadness or sorrow. ... There is always a tension between experience and the thing that finally carries it forward, bears its weight, holds it in. Without that tension, one might as well write a shopping list.” WritingWellsMayMightPainSufferingSongJusticeGraceSadnessChangedBearsSorrowOrdinaryGoldWeightListsHorribleRedemptionTensionCarrieShoppingTransformedAlchemyPropheticDrossElegy Author:Andrea Dworkin
“I thought of my father's wisdom, as though it were buried in a box under a tree. As in the old song - a gold box with a silver pin. Some day I should be grown up, and I should dig up the box and turn the pin.” ShouldSongTurnsFatherTreeGoldBoxesSilverBuriedAdulthoodPinsOld Song Author:Mary Butts