The Aeolian harp again came into his mind.
It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an Aeolian harp.
Disregarding the Rat, he proceeded to play upon the inexperienced Mole as on a harp.
When I dug into that Prince Albert, I expected to drag out at least a block of gold mine stock or an armful of Government bonds, but all I found was a little boy's French harp about four inches long.
The Nix also loved music and could lure people to him with his harp; if he was in the form of a horse he would tempt people to mount him and then dash into the sea to drown them.
All nice guys were there, dressed in white they sat on clouds playing harp.
A singer was playing the high harp and reciting a ballad, ,, but down at this end of the hall his voice could scarcely be heard above the roar of the fire, ,, the clangor of pewter plates and cups, and the low mutter of a hundred drunken conversations.
And your body is the harp of your soul, and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, ,: Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream: ,; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; ,; Mourn—where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
quickly string ——, The harp I yet can brook to hear; ; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
No more love songs, then, I have done with such, , My old skill now runs thin at each attempt, , And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
Parents from Shanghai, for example, seem to be the most insistent, as they persistently harp at their children.
weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, ,: Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream: ,; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; ,; Mourn—where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
All niceguys were there, dressed in white they sat on clouds playing harp.
The giant was listening to music from a harp.
The rabbit's nose is very sharp, The robin's voice is like a harp.
to harp on the same string.
A NIGHT THOUGHT ON TERRACE TOWER Wei Zhuang Far through the night a harp is sighing With a sadness of wind and rain in the strings.
EARLY AUTUMN Xu Hun There's a harp in the midnight playing clear, While the west wind rustles a green vine; There's a low cloud touching the jade-white dew And an early wildgoose in the River of Stars.
A Zhao harp has just been laid mute on its phoenix holder, And a Shu lute begins to sound its mandarin-duck strings.