“Man, it seems, is not able to bear the languid rest on Nature's bosom, and when the trumpet sounds the signal of danger, he hastens to join his comrades, no matter what the cause that calls him to arms. He rushes into the thickest of the fight, and amid the uproar of the battle regains confidence in himself and his powers.” MenMatterSeemsAbleFightingCausesSoundDangerArmsBearsBattleNo Matter WhatSignalsBosomsTrumpetsComrade Author:Alphonse de Lamartine
“I was tired of an outlaw's life. I have been hunted for twenty-one years. I have literally lived in the saddle. I have never known a day of perfect peace. It was one long, anxious, inexorable, eternal vigil. When I slept it was literally in the midst of an arsenal. If I heard dogs bark more fiercely than usual, or the feet of horses in a greater volume of sound than usual, I stood to arms. Have you any idea of what a man must endure who leads such a life? No, you cannot. No one can unless he lives it for himself.” IfsMenYearsLongHas BeensIdeasSoundPerfectKnownGreaterHeardFeetDogArmsEternalHorseTwentiesTiredEndureMidstAnxiousUsualVolumeBarkTwenty OneArsenalOutlawHuntedInexorableSaddlesPerfect Peace Author:Frank James
“The wind has a language, I would I could learn! Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern, Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song, And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along, And the forest is lull'd by the dreamy strain, And slumber sinks down on the wandering main, And its crystal arms are folded in rest, And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.” SometimesSongLanguageGrowsSoundSleepSweetWindArmsLowsAll ThingsCalmForestsShipsWanderBreastsTallStrainFloatsCrystalsSoothingSlumberDreamyLullsTall Ships Author:Letitia Elizabeth Landon
“this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making, sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake, this blessing love gives again into our arms.” GivingChildrenSoundMemoriesArmsHabitBlessingMortalsAwakeSleepers Author:Galway Kinnell
“The heavy sensual shoulders, the thighs, the blood-born flesh and earth turning into color, rocks into their crystals, water to sound, fire to form: life flickers uncounted into the supple arms of love.” EarthFormSoundWaterBornFireBloodRocksColorArmsHeavyFleshShouldersSensualitySensualCrystalsThighsFlickerSupple Book:Out of silence: selected poems Source: Out of silence: selected poems
“There are things about how a note sounds on a violin that are really analogous to the human voice - you have a frequency and the air, and then you have a timbre which really is overtones - and making those things work together is one thing. The other thing is mechanical: If you can use your hands and arms to create sound on a fiddle, then learning to sing with it is like adding a third body part. And it's all training.” IfsHumansUseBodyHandsTogetherSoundVoiceOne ThingAirArmsTrainingThirdsNotesWorking TogetherFrequencyViolinFiddleHuman VoiceTimbre Author:Bruce Molsky