Ah, like a comet through flame she moves entranced Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough... Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What do you do for your living? Are you forgiving, giving shelter?... Follow your heart; love will find you; truth will unbind you; Sing out a song of the soul.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Remember your creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come, and the years draw near when you will say, "I ha...ve no pleasure in them"; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return with the rain; in the day when the guards of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the women who grind cease working because they are few, and those who look through the windows see dimly; when the doors on the street are shut, and the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low; when one is afraid of heights, and terrors are in the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along and desire fails; because all must go to their eternal home, and the mourners will go about the streets; before the silver cord is snapped, and the golden bowl is broken, and the pitcher is broken at the fountain, and the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the breath returns to God who gave it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the... world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In dis world dey's many folks think dey's alive as ain't alive. Dey's alive accordin' to de whited sepulchers o' de world and dead... accordin' to de sperits o' de prophets. It's dem dey ought to cart away in hearses, brethren! It's dem dat's felt tingle within 'em de breath o' de Lawd, like a bird, like a maukin' in de woods, a song full o' warm honey, and all de same ain't follered de call, but has carried deir sperits in a hearse at de end o' de parade of de pomp o' de world. Hit's dem dat dade! Hit's dem dat's dade!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yet oh! the tempting flatness of a book, To send it sailing out the attic window... Till it caught wind and, opening out its covers, Tried to improve on sailing like a tile By flying like a bird (silent in flight, But all the burden of its body song)....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O, 'tis the ravished nightingale!... "Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,... Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »