The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat. — Orlando Gibbons Copy Share Image
The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore, thus sang… — Orlando Gibbons Copy Share Image
It is proportion that beautifies everything, the whole universe consists of it, and music is measured by it. — Orlando Gibbons Copy Share Image
The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat. — Orlando Gibbons Copy Share Image
