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“I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon.”

Eye Church White Cities Tree Sweet Sight Blue Mad Tired Track Tunes Squares Curves Railroads Railroad Tracks Parthenon

Author:Amy Lowell

“Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent when he smote again.”

Soul Saws Sweet Wind Cold Rain Silent Tunes Autumn Sovereign Wrath Wind And Rain

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated)

“the title of Queen rang sweet to my ears, child though I was. ... This idea of a crown began running in my head then like a tune, and has been running a lot in it ever since.”

Children Has Beens Ideas Running Power Sweet Ears Titles Queens Tunes Crowns

Author:Catherine the Great

“And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune to which the planets roll!”

Soul Music Rich Creation Planets Sweet Bird Wave Breathe Tunes Reverberation Sweet Music

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound.”

Heart May Care Found Sound Sweet My Heart Sacred Mortals Breasts Tunes Solemn Harps

Book:An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts

Source: An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts

“Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off.”

“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.”

Lying Enemy Tree Sweet Bird Notes Winter Weather Tunes Rough Throat Merry You Like It

Author:William Shakespeare