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Tag Name "Reeds" (19)

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When I first met Benny Goodman he wouldn't talk about anything but clarinets, mouthpieces, reeds, etc. When I tried to change the subject, he said 'But that's what we have in common. We both play clarinet.' I said, 'No, Benny, that's where we're different. You play clarinet, I play music.'
Artie Shaw
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The divine is everywhere, even in a grain of sand there I represented it in the reeds.
Caspar David Friedrich
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The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head two steps farther, and I could look down into the vegetable garden enclosed within its tall pale of reeds - rich chocolate earth studded emerald green, frothed with the white of cauliflowers, jeweled with the purple globes of eggplant and the scarlet wealth of tomatoes.
Doris Lessing
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In the end it will not matter to us whether we wrote well or ill whether we fought with flails or reeds. It will matter to us greatly on what side we fought.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
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For the first time in four billion years a living creature had contemplated himself and heard with a sudden, unaccountable loneliness, the whisper of the wind in the night reeds.
Loren Eiseley
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Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.
Phoebe Cary
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I'm the next act Waiting in the wings I'm an animal Trapped in your hot car I am all of the days That you choose to ignore You are all I need You are all I need I'm in the middle of your picture Lying in the reeds.
Thom Yorke
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The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.
Virginia Woolf
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Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
William Watson
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The beauty of the landscape - where sand, water, reeds, birds, buildings, and people all somehow flowed together - has never left me.
Zaha Hadid
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But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.
Anne Rice
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Sluggish and sedentary peoples, such as the Ancient Egyptians-- with their concept of an afterlife journey through the Field of Reeds-- project on to the next world the journeys they failed to make in this one.
Bruce Chatwin
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Images provide a knowledge that we can interiorize rather than 'apply,' can take to that place in ourselves where there is water and where reeds and grasses grow.
Christine Downing
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A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap.
George Arnold
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A whispering and watery Norfolk sound Telling of all the moonlit reeds around.
John Betjeman
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The oboe's a horn made of wood. I'd play you a tune if I could, But the reeds are a pain, And the fingering's insane. It's the ill wind that no one blows good.
Ogden Nash
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Without God we are but bruised reeds, ever threatened by the prospect of being crushed by life’s uncaring millstone. Without God we are nothing, our lives worthless, our days an endless circular tread. Without God we stand condemned, doomed to a life without the precious gift of hope.
T. Davis Bunn
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The Raven's house is built with reeds, — Sing woe, and alas is me! And the Raven's couch is spread with weeds, High on the hollow tree And the Raven himself, telling his beads In penance for his past misdeeds, Upon the top I see.
Thomas D
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A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walter de La Mare