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Everything ends with songs.

Sing a song of sixpence.

I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, "I cannot sing the old songs"-- I do not know the words.

All this for a song.

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

Unlike my subject, I will make my song. It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.

A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be who sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song: We life our hearts to Heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love, England.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings, Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Give us a song to cheer.

In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet, The song that is fit for men!

The song on its mighty pinions Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.

Listen to that song, and learn it! Half my kingdom would I give, As I live, If by such songs you would earn it.

And grant that when I face the grisly Thing, My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring That feels the Master Melody--and snaps.

She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early , she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none.

I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave-- The world goes round forever; I think that life is not too long, And therefore I determine, That many people read a song, Who will not read a sermon.

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude it may be.