A Quote by Alfred Austin

In my song you catch at times Note sweeter far than mine, And in the tangle of my rhymes Can scent the eglantine. — © Alfred Austin
In my song you catch at times Note sweeter far than mine, And in the tangle of my rhymes Can scent the eglantine.
There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.
When you're doing poetry like mine that rhymes, it's very easy to sound like a song that didn't work out!
Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.
I'm no reformer; for I see more lightThan darkness in the world; mine eyes are quickTo catch the first dim radiance of the dawn,And slow to note the cloud that threatens storm.
In the end, madness is worse than injustice, and justice far sweeter than freedom.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
Pleasure is far sweeter as a recreation than a business.
Ah! How sweet coffee tastes! Lovelier than a thousand kisses, sweeter far than muscatel wine!
The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Life is a lot sweeter, I think, than you can be aware of it at times.
Grace does not demonize our desires nor destroy them nor lead us to deny them. Grace is the work of the Holy Spirit in transforming our desires so that knowing Jesus becomes sweeter than illicit sex, sweeter than money and what it can buy, sweeter than every fruitless joy. Grace is God satisfying our souls with His Son so that we're ruined for anything else!
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the woodland vine. No need for bowl or silver spoon, Sugar or spice or cream, Has the wild berry plucked in June Beside the trickling stream. One such to melt at the tongue's root, Confounding taste with scent, Beats a full peck of garden fruit: Which points my argument.
My favorite rhymes are sort of half-rhymes where you might just get the vowel sound the same, but it's not really a true rhyme. That gives you far more flexibility to capture the feeling you're trying to express. But sometimes it's best not to have any rhyme.
I can sing in my head and rearrange the tune of a song, note per note. I am a nerd.
Here's a little song I wrote. You might want to sing it note for note. Don't worry, be happy.
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