Alas Quote by William Wordsworth

Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet

— William Wordsworth

“Now I am a tin whistle Through which God blows, And I wish to God I were a trumpet --But why, God only knows.”

— Anonymous

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.

— William Wordsworth

“The last blowing of the trumpet will the last miracle to mankind”

— Aliyu mustaph

He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle.

— Aneurin Bevan

And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great…

— Frances Sargent Osgood

Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon him. But he brings his music, to which who…

— Charles Lamb

O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

The soul of the river had entered my soul, And the gathered power of my soul was moving So swiftly, it seemed to be…

— Edgar Lee Masters

Sounds are the echo of the "Harmony of the Spheres" which man took into himself when he came down from the divine-spiritual world into…

— Rudolf Steiner

“A society where you’re not allowed to blow your own trumpet is so much more nuanced, sophisticated and interesting than the grim world of…

— David Mitchell

Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born.

— Nancy Tillman