Because at the moment when this woman dies, there passes in the street a man whom she had met more than once, to whom she had given alms from her carriage as she was going to her adulterous meetings; a blind man whom she was accustomed to see, who sang his song walking along slowly by the side of her carriage, to whom she threw a piece of money, but whose countenance made her shiver?

"Suddenly on the pavement was heard a loud noise of clogs, and the clattering of a stick; and a voice, a raucous voice, sang: "'Maids in the warmth of a summer day, Dream of love and of love alway; The wind is strong this summer day, Her petticoat is blown away.'

It was assumed that, because the British soldier sang "Tipperary," moved in an atmosphere of homely fun, indulged in no heroics, never talked of "glory," rarely of patriotism or the Fatherland, and only joked about "the flag," there was no great passion in him.

Wordsworth's Poor Susan found a note of enchantment in the song of the thrush that sang at the corner of Wood Street, off Cheapside.

And when they were gathered, he commanded them to mourn for his son who was dead" "And before the lodge they sang the death-songO-o-o-o-o-o-a-haa-ha-a-ich-klu-kuk-ich-klu-kuk," wailed Mutsak, in so excellent an imitation that all the tendrils of my spine crawled and curved in sympathy.

And all that day and night the people sang my death-song and beat the drums, till it seemed that I had surely died a thousand times.

And a great gladness came upon me, and my heart sang with joy.

Only the Mukumuks did not understand, and thought we had come to fight; so their bow-thongs sang and their arrows whistled among us.

She used to take her sewing out upon the cliff; she would be demure and busy; she would finish the selvage seam; but the sun blazed, the sea shone, the birds sang, all the world was at play,what could it matter about selvage seams?

And Sir Tristram, as he ofttimes did nowadays, sang of the Lady Belle Isoult, and of how her face was like to a rose for fairness, and of how her soul was like to a nightingale in that it uplifted the spirit of whosoever was near her even though the darkness of sorrow as of night might envelop him.

And whilst Sir Tristram sang thus, King Mark listened to him, and as he listened a thought entered his heart and therewith he smiled.

Then they who slept were awakened by the multitudinous voicing of the birds; for at that hour the small fowl sang so joyous a roundelay that all the early morning was full of the sweet jargon of their chanting.

And he played upon the harp, and he sang to the music thereof so wonderfully that they who sat there listened in silence as though they were without breath.

For not one of them had ever heard such singing as that music which Sir Tristram sang; for it was as though some angel were singing to those who sat there harkening to his chanting.

And after they were through eating and drinking, Sir Tristram took his harp in hand and sang several excellent ballads and rondels which he had made in honor of Belle Isoult, and Sir Lamorack listened and made great applause at each song that Sir Tristram sang.

And after they were through eating and drinking, Sir Tristram took his harp in hand and sang several excellent ballads and rondels which he had made in honor of Belle Isoult, and Sir Lamorack listened and made great applause at each song that Sir Tristram sang.

And as Sir Tristram rode he sang several songs in praise of the Lady Belle Isoult, chanting in a voice that was both clear and loud and very sweet, and that sounded to a great distance through the deep, silent aisles of the forest.

And Sir Tristram took the harp and set it before him and tuned it and played upon it, and sang so sweetly that they of the castle said: "Certes, this is no knight-errant who sings, but an angel from Paradise who hath come among us.

And the lady sang very sweetly a ballad that she knew Sir Tristram loved.

And the lady led Sir Tristram that way until she had brought him to a fair room, and there she gave him the harp, and Sir Tristram took it very eagerly into his hands and struck upon it and played and sang most sweetly and with great joy and pleasure.

Towards the end of the meal several ladies came forward and sang, and one or two part-songs were also given by some of the guests staying at the Hall.

" She sang it in a low, hushed voice, just over her breath.

"I've been to seek a wife, She's the joy of my life; She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother" Only Billy sang it "father," just as they used to do.

And then they sang it through, did Margaret and Billysang of the dimple in her chin and the ringlets in her hair, and of the cherry pies she achieved with such celeritysang as they sat in the spring-decked meadow every word of that inane old song that is so utterly senseless and so utterly unforgettable.

Now Margaret has gone into Selwoode, flame-faced and quite unconscious that she is humming under her breath the words of a certain inane old song: "Oh, she sat for me a chair; She has ringlets in her hair; She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother" Only she sang it "father."

Painters preserved their pictures on canvas, and poets sung them at eventide.

Poor WILLIAM went And sung his Shoo Fly o'er: Not knowing that he would be sent Where Shoo Flies are no more,

And the old are in the sun, Seeing that the work is done As it was when age was young; And the harvest song is sung; And the quaint and jocund tale Takes the stint-key from the ale, And as free and fast it runs As a June rill from the sun's Dry and ever-drinking mouth: Mirth doth alway feel a drowth.

It contains several French and Latin anthems, ballads, &c.; and concludes with a mass, which is supposed to have been sung at the coronation of Charles V., in 1364; and which proves, at that time they were acquainted with the art of composition in four parts.

* One evening, at the Literary Fund Club, Mr. Incledon having sung with great effect Mr. T. Dibdin's ballad of "May we ne'er want a friend, or a bottle to give him," an elderly gentleman whispered in Mr. T. Dibdin's ear, "Ah!

What woful Ditty-making Mortal's this, That e'er the Lark her early Note has sung, Does doleful Love beneath my Casement thrum? -Ah, Seignior Scaramouch, is it you? Scar.

Where, while a Hymeneal Song is sung, the Priest joins their Hands: The Song ended, and they marry'd, they come forth; but before they come forward, two Chariots descend one on one side above, and the other on the other side; in which is Harlequin dress'd like a Mock Hero, with others; and Scaramouch in the other, dress'd so in Helmets.

It was a rhymed farce in which the dialogue was sung or chanted by the characters to popular ballad tunes.

In Post-Restoration days a ballad sung in the streets by two persons was frequently called a Jig, presumably because it was a 'song in dialogue'.

The Jig introduced in Sir Timothy Tawdrey would seem to have been the simple dance although not improbably an epithalamium was also sung.

There are some pretty lines of his, 'Corinna, I excuse thy face', in Act v of Southerne's The Wives Excuse; or, Cuckolds make Themselves (1692); and a still better song, 'Bright Cynthia's pow'r divinely great,' which was sung by Leveridge in the second act of Southerne's Oroonoko (1699), came from his prolific pen.

Henry Playford, a well-known publisher of music, issued in the same year the Fourth Book of The Theatre of Music, where "O Love, that stronger art" appeared with the heading "The Song in Madam Bhen's last New Play, sung by Mr. Bowman, set by Dr. John Blow."

The children again ran down and rolled down the bank, and had turns in the hammock, this time to the rhythm of "Margery Daw" sung twice through, and then counting up to twenty.

With so much, masses might be sung for his wretched soul; give it therefore to Holy Church, so shall he, peradventure, attain Paradise.

He did not know what office was being sung, but the jaded emigrants knew, for a child got up and stood with bent head, holding a greasy cap, and a ragged woman's face got gentle as she signed herself with the cross.

"'Away there, you second cutters, away!' sung out the boatswain's mate.

Can I, who loved my beloved But for the scorn "was in her eye," Can I be moved for my beloved, When she "returns me sigh for sigh?" In stately pride, by my bed-side, High-born Helen's portrait's hung; Deaf to my praise, my mournful lays Are nightly to the portrait sung.

She'll refuse Praise sung so loudly.

I Some poets by poetic law Have Beauties praised, they never saw; And sung of Kittys, and of Nancys,

In a bran new song, to be sung to the tune Of the "Devil among the Tailors.

The feast being ended, to dancing they went, To a music that did produce a Most dissonant sound, while a hellish glee Was sung in parts by the Furies Three; And the Devil took out Medusa.

There's something come into my thought That must and shall be sung high and aloof, Safe from the wolf's black jaw and the dull ass's hoof.

The life and light of Rome to a blind stranger That honorable war ne'er taught a nobleness, Nor worthy circumstance showed what a man was? That never heard thy name sung but in banquets And loose lascivious pleasures?

That vision of the transcendent spirit, with the mingled triple flood of life about his feet, is one that Blake might have seen and sung and painted.

" It is only a titter, however, that Cibber can produce this afternoon, or evening,[A] nor does the audience take the usual relish in that touch-and-go rubbish of a duet sung by a supposed Indian and his love, a duet in which the former declares: "My other Females all Yellow, fair or Black, To thy Charmes shall prostrate fall, As every kind of elephant does To the white Elephant Buitenacke.