No one but Beth could get much music out of the old piano, but she had a way of softly touching the yellow keys and making a pleasant accompaniment to the simple songs they sang
Instead, he lay perfectly still, looking at her and listening to the army of bees that sang
the sustained masterful song of labor above his head.
This was while a gorgeous procession of people marched around and around, in the third act, and sang
the Wedding Chorus.
And they sang
it again, and Mary and Colin lifted their voices as musically as they could and Dickon's swelled quite loud and beautiful--and at the second line Ben Weatherstaff raspingly cleared his throat and at the third line he joined in with such vigor that it seemed almost savage and when the "Amen" came to an end Mary observed that the very same thing had happened to him which had happened when he found out that Colin was not a cripple--his chin was twitching and he was staring and winking and his leathery old cheeks were wet.
And o'er the foam-flecked offing as far as voice could reach We hailed the landing-parties and we sang
them up the beach.
so beautifully that even the poor fisherman who had so much to do stood and listened when he came at night to cast his nets.
the bard, but Ulysses drew his purple mantle over his head and covered his face, for he was ashamed to let the Phaeacians see that he was weeping.
On came the fairy boat, till it reached a moss-grown rock; and here it stopped, while the Fairies rested beneath the violet-leaves, and sang
with the dancing waves.
the first four lines briskly and merrily, making the hare-bells chime in time with the music; but the last two he sang
quite slowly and gently, and merely waved the flowers backwards and forwards.
It was a beautiful evening; the last rays of the setting sun shone bright through the long stems of the trees upon the green underwood beneath, and the turtle-doves sang
from the tall birches.
So the Nightingale sang
to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.
Somebody recited a French poem after supper, and we said it was beautiful; and then a lady sang
a sentimental ballad in Spanish, and it made one or two of us weep - it was so pathetic.