Quotes About Dirge

By fairy hands their knell is rung,By forms unseen their dirge is sung;There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,To bless the turf that wraps their clay,And Freedom shall awhile repair,To dwell a weeping hermit there!

From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

Among Aiel, men do not sing, you know. Isn't that strange? From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

Notes of joy blend with the tearful dirge When Apollo's voice rings forth, when with his golden plectrum He rouses rich music from his lute. I too will chant the praise Of one who has entered the night of the world below

Wordless, it rises and falls in hemidemisemitones of unearthly misery. The dirge of the damned

Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.

Nothing stood between Sheryl's heart and skin. She was whole in her sorrow, perfectly connected inside and out, soul and body united, swaying with complete abandon to a dirge that only she could hear.

This is thy funeral, this thy dirge!

It was now the stormy equinoctial weather that sounds the wild dirge of autumn, and marches the winter in. I love, and always did, that grand undefinable music, threatening and bewailing, with its strange soul of liberty and desolation.

Colder than the winter wind howling its dirge through the Southwest Forest. Colder than the snow blanketing tree, rock and earth in its silent shroud. Colder than ice that lay on water and hung in shards from branches and bushes. Colder than these was the smile of Ferahgo the Assassin!

Their reappearance on the plain was enough to announce their success and the Wickans raised a wail that ran through each clan's encampment, the sound as much sorrowful as triumphant, a fitting dirge to announce the fall of a god.

Hear them rattle These chains of living Bound to every moment passed Until the wreckage clamours In deafening wake And each stride trails A dirge of the lost. - House of Chains

dirge swelled, then without warning, he turned his head

I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.

It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God's death.

to surpass the unutterable despair expressed in that one chorus, 'Go where glory waits thee!' It was a requiem, a dirge, a moan, a howl, a wail, a lament, an abstract of everything that is sorrowful and hideous in sound.

Wherever death may surprise us, let it be welcome, provided that this, our battle cry, may have reached some receptive ears, and another hand may be extended to wield our weapon, and other men may be ready to intone the funeral dirge with the staccato singing of the machine-guns and new battle cries of war and victory.

By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung.

I come from a culture that has refined the art of the dirge to a sublime level.

a funeral dirge will be sung either over the Soviet Republic

Then another dirge rose, woven uninvited by a Geatish woman, louder than the rest. She tore her hair and screamed her horror at the hell that was to come: more of the same. Reaping raping, feasts of blood, iron fortunes marching across her country claiming her body. The sky sipped the smoke and smiled.

Thou dirgeOf the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulcher.

They are like children sitting in the marketplace and calling out to one another: ëWe played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not weep.í