Note myself ... while rushing wildly in the
steppes of the herd of young horses dashing
il herd - they are madly jumping, Roar and
neigh - that blood plays in them. Hot. But if
they only hearing the sound of the
trumpet, or any other sound of music rooted to the spot instantly become all
things, and wild look under the power of
music in a charming humility and gentleness
Music trail - take a musical journey through
the woods to a unique composition inspired
Music mutes sadness.
Love is all-powerful: no sorrow on earth above its punishment, no happiness - above
the pleasure of serving it.
How far away the rays of tiny candles! So
shines a good deed and the bad weather in