Sound: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify: A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.— CHARLES WESLEY — Hymns.
318. But who would force the Soul, tilts with a straw Against a Champion cased in adamant.— WORDSWORTH — Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Pt. III. VII. Persecution of the
Scottish Covenanters. For the Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.— WORDSWORTH — Laodamia.
A thousand trills and quivering sounds In airy circles o'er us fly, Till, wafted by a gentle breeze, They faint and languish by degrees, And at a distance die.— ADDISON — An Ode for St. Cecilia's
Day. VI. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 831.
To varnish nonsense with the charms of sound.— CHURCHILL — The Apology. L. 219.
Conscience avaunt, Richard's himself again: Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away, My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.— COLLEY CIBBER — Richard III. (altered).
S. Act V. Sc. 3. A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.— COLERIDGE — The Ancient Mariner. Pt. V. St. 18.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound. и.— CONGREVE — The Mourning Bride. Act I. Sc. 1.
Small griefs find tongues: full casques are ever found To give, if any, yet but little sound, Deep waters noyselesse are; and this we know, That chiding streams betray small depth below.— HERRICK — Hesperides. To His Mistresse
Objecting to Him Neither Toying or Talking. I hear a sound so fine there's nothing lives 'Twixt it and silence.— JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES — Virginius. Act V. Sc. 2.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.— MILTON — Comus. L. 550.
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds, At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 540.
Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. C.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 476.
The murmur that springs From the growing of grass.— POE — Al Aaraaf. Pt. II. L. 124.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.— POPE — Essay on Criticism. L. 365.
What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 86.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.— ISAAC WATTS — Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Bk. II. Hymn 63.
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.— WORDSWORTH — The Fountain.