
Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 4
1780s, Poetical Sketches (1783)
Inside Entertainment (2008)
Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 4
1780s, Poetical Sketches (1783)
Source: Staff Reporter, "Mangalampalli can't wait to come home"
On his singing on the occasion of an India-Pakistan cricket match.
Car en mon cuer porte couvertement
Le dueil qui soit qui plus me puet desplaire,
Et si me fault, pour les gens faire taire,
Rire en plorant et très amerement
De triste cuer chanter joyeusement.
Rondeau "De triste cuer chanter joyeusement", line 8; Maurice Roy (ed.) Œuvres Poétiques de Christine de Pisan (1886) vol. 1, p. 154, as translated by http://www.brindin.com/pfpistri.htm by Sheenagh Pugh.
“I thought of love as a game. It is not a game. It is more serious than death.”
Source: Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale
Epigraph, The Thorn Birds (1977)
Context: There is a legend about a bird that sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. Dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of the great pain. … Or so says the legend.
“When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?”
Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond
Essais (1595), Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)