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song writing pay
All poets pretend to write for immortality, but the whole tribe have no objection to present pay, and present praise. Lord Burleigh is not the only statesman who has thought one hundred pounds too much for a song, though sung by Spenser; although Oliver Goldsmith is the only poet who ever considered himself to have been overpaid. Charles Caleb Colton
song world this-life
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round! Charles Dickens
song blue rivers
Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth their songs from the shady trees; the lark soared high above the waving corn; and the deep buzz of insects filled the air. Charles Dickens
song remember lows
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. Charles Stuart Calverley
song pain men
Song of God and Son of Man, there He hangs, bearing pains unutterable, the just for the unjust, to bring us to God. Charles Spurgeon
song names heaven
Praise is the rehearsal of our eternal song. By grace we learn to sing, and in glory we continue to sing. What will some of you do when you get to heaven, if you go on grumbling all the way? Do not hope to get to heaven in that style. But now begin to bless the name of the Lord. Charles Spurgeon
song nature believe
The best thing is to go from nature's God dawn to nature; and if you once get to nature's God, and believe Him, and love Him, it is surprising how easy it is to hear music in the waves, and songs in the wild whisperings of the winds; to see God everywhere in the stones, in the rocks, in the rippling brooks, and hear Him everywhere, in the lowing of cattle, in the rolling of thunder, and in the fury of tempests. Get Christ first, put Him in the right place, and you will find Him to be the wisdom of God in your own experience. Charles Spurgeon
song grief mars
Our griefs cannot mar the melody of our praise, we reckon them to be the bass part of our life's song, 'He hath done great things for us, whereof we are glad.' Charles Spurgeon
song heart night
He who sings a song to Christ in the night, sings the best song in all the world; for he sings from the heart. Charles Spurgeon
rhyming festivals planets
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms. William Shakespeare
rhyming facts blank
The fact that something is in a rhymed form or in blank verse will not make it good poetry. Robert Morgan
rhyming literature dictionary
Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen. Gertrude Stein
rhyming rhyme
I aint choose to rhyme, Rhyming chose me... Bubba Sparxxx
rhyming doe citing
Those who have heard me speak from time to time know that quite often I cite the observation of that great American author, Mark Twain, who said, history does not repeat itself, but it rhymes. J. D. Hayworth
rhyming uniforms sound
Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculous, to the mystic, when words which make sense can also make a uniform objective structure of accents and rhymes. John Crowe Ransom
rhyming way meter
I work best in rhyme and meter. I was most confident of myself in that way. Thom Gunn
rhyming rhyme making-up
I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life. Saul Williams
rhyme
Take a simple name like Nicholas: you can rhyme it with ridiculous. If you aren't too meticulous. You know, every word's rhymable. Sammy Cahn
rhymes
I can't say it, but it rhymes with rich. Barbara Bush
rhyme publish
Can't publish. Don't rhyme, don't scan. Clement Attlee
rhyme glorious verses
The glorious Dryden, refiner and purifier of English verse, did less for rhyme than he did for metre. H. P. Lovecraft
rhyme
And I'd marry you, Harry. Because it rhymes. Louis Tomlinson
rhyme repeats
History doesn't repeat itself; it rhymes. Mark Twain