Quote #131

In solitude the trumpets of solitude Are not of another solitude resounding; A little string speaks for a crowd of voices.

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  1. Music falls on the silence like a sense, A passion that we feel, not understand.
  2. The partaker partakes of that which changes him. The child that touches takes character from the thing, The body, it touches. The captain a…
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  4. On a blue island in a sky-wide water The wild orange trees continued to bloom and to bear, Long after the planter's death.
  5. Nothing had happened because nothing had changed. Yet the General was rubbish in the end.
  6. An unaffected man in a negative light Could not have borne his labor nor have died Sighing that he should leave the banjo's twang.
  7. The right, uplifted foreleg of the horse Suggested that, at the final funeral, The music halted and the horse stood still.
  8. Bethou me, said sparrow, to the crackled blade, And you, and you, bethou me as you blow, When in my coppice you behold me be.

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