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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Sound

How deep is the magic of sound may be learned by breaking some sweet verses into prose. The operation has been compared to gathering dew-drops, which shine like jewels upon the flower, but run into water in the hand. The elements remain, but the sparkle is gone.

Willmott.

  • Sweet is every sound,
  • Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
  • Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
  • The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
  • And murmuring of innumerable bees.
  • Tennyson.

  • Sound—
  • That stealeth ever on the ear of him
  • Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim,
  • And sees the darkness coming as a cloud—
  • Is not its form—its voice—most palpable and loud?
  • Poe.