He had a clear, lyrical voice and his songs remained in her ears long after the music had ended.
Eight Million Gods and DemonsAn enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.
Echoes of the Great SongSometimes a little song is sweet to hear, even if the orchestra is more accomplished
Educating Esmé: Diary of a Teacher's First YearI'm just a notch on your bedpost but you're just a line in a song.
Fall Out Boy: From Under the Cork TreeWhen the gratitude of many to one throws away all shame, we behold fame.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsAnd as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsDeeds need time, even after they are done, in order to be seen or heard.
The Gay Science: with a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of SongsI drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
Handle with CareWe sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
The Birds That Never FlewHeaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.
Busman's Honeymoon