Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, pop."
So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
He the sweetest of all singers.
Sang in tones of deep emotion,
Songs of love and songs of longing.
God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
Ils chantent, ils payeront.
They sing, they will pay.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
| author = Milton
| work = Comus. L. 256.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
| author = Milton
| work = Il Penseroso. L. 105.
O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the
song of Selma, which was sung in my halls of
joy, when Fingal, king of shields, was there, and
glowed at the deeds of his fathers.
Ossian—Fingal. Bk. III. St. 1.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost. •
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps—The Poet and
the Poem.
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hang listening in their fall!
| author = Pope
| work = -Summer. L. 81.
You know you haven't got a singing face.
Rhodes—Bombastes Furioso.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Beaumont)
Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts and songs compos'd
To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves; for he persists
As if his life lay on't.
All's Well That Ends Well Act III. Sc. 7.
L. 39,
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L.
30.
O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear.
Othelb. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 200.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument.
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 149.
Nay, now you are too flat
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 94.
But one puritan amongst them, and he sings
psalms to hornpipes.
Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 46.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
Shelley—To Jane. The Keen Stars were
Twinkling.
SKY (The)
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
| author = Byron
| work = The Dream. St. 4.
"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
| author = Byron
| work = Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 110.
| seealso = (See also Southey under Fish)
| topic =
| page = 713
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the
blue has hit strange victims.
Carlyle—French Revolution. Vol. III. P.
'
| seealso = (See also Homer, Vergil)
| topic =
| page = 713
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,—
And that's the skies!
| author = Emily Dickinson
| work = Poems. XLX. Second
Series. (Ed. 1891)
| topic =
| page = 713
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Hood—Written in a Volume of Shakspeare.
Bolt from the blue.
Horace—Ode. I. 34.
| seealso = (See also Carlyle)
| topic =
| page = 713
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The sky
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their diary.
Alfred Kreymborg—Old Manuscript.
{{Hoyt quote
| num = | text = <poem>When it is evening, ye say it will be fair
weather: for the sky is red. Matthew. XVI. %
