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The Best, Most Beautiful, And Most Perfect Way That We Have Of Expressing A Sweet Concord Of Mind To Each Other Is By Music.
~ Jonathan Edwards What Kind Of Man Would Live A Life Without Daring Is Life So Sweet That We Should Criticize Men That Seek Adventure Is There A Better Way To Die.
~ Charles Augustus Lindbergh, Jr Go, Lovely Rose! Tell Her That Wastes Her Time And Me That Now She Knows, When I Resemble Her To Thee, How Sweet And Fair She Seems To Be.
~ Edmund Waller, Go, Lovely Rose: stanza 1 Flowers Never Emit So Sweet And Strong A Fragrance As Before A Storm. When A Storm Approaches Thee, Be As Fragrant As A Sweet-smelling Flower.
~ Jean Paul Richte How Sweet And Soothing Is This Hour Of Calm! I Thank Thee, Night! For Thou Has Chased Away These Horrid Bodements Which, Amidst The Throng, I Could Not Dissipate; And With The Blessing Of Thy Benign And Quiet Influence Now Will I To My Couch, Although To Rest Is Almost Wronging Such A Night As This.
~ Lord Byron Sick I Am Of Idle Words, Past All Reconciling, Words That Weary And Perplex And Pander And Conceal, Wake The Sounds That Cannot Lie, For All Their Sweet Beguiling; The Language One Need Fathom Not, But Only Hear And Feel.
~ George Du Maurie Is Life So Dear Or Peace So Sweet As To Be Purchased At The Price Of Chains And Slavery Forbid It, Almighty God I Know Not What Course Others May Take, But As For Me, Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death.
~ Patrick Henry Now Cracks A Noble Heart. Good Night Sweet Prince: And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!
~ William Shakespeare, "Hamlet", Act 5 scene 2 Sick I Am Of Idle Words, Past All Reconciling, Words That Weary And Perplex And Pander And Conceal, Wake The Sounds That Cannot Lie, For All Their Sweet Beguiling The Language One Need Fathom Not, But Only Hear And Feel.
~ George Du Maurie The Holy Passion Of Friendship Is Of So Sweet And Steady And Loyal And Enduring A Nature That It Will Last Through A Whole Lifetime, If Not Asked To Lend Money.
~ Mark Twain Every Sweet Has Its Sour; Every Evil Its Good.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson Music, When Soft Voices Die, Vibrates In The Memory; Odors, When Sweet Violets Sicken, Live Within The Sense They Quicken.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
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