View Quote
When music, heavenly maid, was young,While yet in early Greece she sung,The Passions oft, to hear her shell,Throng'd around her magic cell.
View Quote
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
View Quote
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
View Quote
Where music dwellsLingering, and wandering on as loth to die:Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proofThat they were born for immortality.
View Quote
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vaultThe pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
View Quote
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
View Quote
Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease,Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
View Quote
Why should the devil have all the good tunes?
View Quote
William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 1.
View Quote
William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 60.
View Quote
William Collins, The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747), line 68.
View Quote
William Congreve, The Mourning Bride, Act I, scene 1.
View Quote
William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book VI. Winter Walk at Noon, line 3.
View Quote
William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (1600s), Act II, scene 5, line 1.
View Quote
William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (1611), Act II, scene 3, line 12.