Is all that light Gone out, that sunshine darkened; all that music And merriment, that used to make our lives Less melancholy, swallowed up in silence Like madrigals sung in the street at night By passing revellers?
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All afternoon we wandered "by shallow rivers to whose falls melodious birds sang madrigals."
"See America First"
Orville O. Hiestand
I am no very great scholar in other things; but I owe my present circumstances of life solely to my fondness for those old songs and quaint madrigals.
"The Disowned, Complete"
Edward Bulwer-Lytton