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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy. Job. XXXVIH. 7. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Browne) n Ere music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor. Keats—The Eve of St. Agnes. St. 3. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. Keats—The Eve of St. Agnes. St. 4. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. Keats—Ode on a Grecian Urn. I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune. Lamb—A Chapter on Ears. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A velvet flute-note fell down pleasantly, Upon the bosom of that harmony, And sailed and sailed incessantly, As if a petal from a wild-rose blown Had fluttered down upon that pool of tone, And boatwise dropped o' the convex side And floated down the glassy tide And clarified and glorified The solemn spaces where the shadows bide. From the warm concave of that fluted note Somewhat, half song, half odour forth did float As if a rose might somehow be a throat. Sidney Lanier—The Symphony. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Sherman}}) | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Music is in all growing things; And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that must be heard; Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings. Lathrop—Music of Growth. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels. | author = Longfellow | work = The Children of the Lord's Supper. L. 262. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = Yea, music is the Prophet's art Among the gifts that God hath sent, One of the most magnificent! | author = Longfellow | work = Christus. Pt. III. Second Interlude. St. 5. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. | author = Longfellow | work = Evangeline. Pt. I. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He is dead, the sweet musician! He has moved a little nearer To the Master of all music. | author = Longfellow | work = Hiawatha. Pt. XV. L. 56. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Music is the universal language of mankind. | author = Longfellow | work = Outre-Mer. Ancient Spanish Ballads. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. | author = Longfellow | work = The Day is Done. St. 8. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. | author = Milton | work = Arcades. L. 68. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers? | author = Milton | work = Areopagitica. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? | author = Milton | work = Comus. L. 244. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Music | page = 537 }}