Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
I don't care too much about music. What I like is sounds
It doth appear you are a worthy judge; You know the law, your exposition Hath been most sound.
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
The sound of a kiss is much softer than that of a cannon - but it's echo lasts a great deal longer.
Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skilled to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Life is an uncharted ocean. The cautious mariner must needs take Many soundings ere he conduct his barque to port in safety.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! Throughout the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Most people get a fair amount of fun out of their lives, but on balance life is suffering, and only the very sound or the very foolish imagine otherwise.
No. That's it. The cool name, that is. We worked very hard on creating a name that would appeal to the majority of people, and it certainly paid off: thousands of people are using linux just to be able to say "OS/2? Hah. I've got Linux. What a cool name". 386BSD made the mistake of putting a lot of numbers and weird abbreviations into the name, and is scaring away a lot of people just because it sounds too technical.
Doubt yourself and you doubt everything you see. Judge yourself and you see judges everywhere. But if you listen to the sound of your own voice, you can rise above doubt and judgment. And you can see forever. -Nancy Kerrigan.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
'Dying for an idea,' again, sounds well enough, but why not let the idea die instead of you?
I advise my students to listen carefully the moment they decide to take no more mathematics courses. They might be able to hear the sound of closing doors. Everybody a mathematician?
The mountains, rivers, earth, grasses, trees, and forests are always emanating a subtle, precious light, day and night, always emanating a subtle, precious sound, demonstrating and expounding to all people the unsurpassed ultimate truth.
If you seek, how is that different from pursuing sound and form? If you don't seek, how are you different from earth, wood, or stone? You must seek without seeking.
A sound mind in a sound body is a thing to be prayed for. [Lat., Orandum est, ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.]
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Kerry Ellison, your name sounds like Kyrie Eleison* *Kyrie Eleison means God have mercy in Greek.