They read together, and sang together, and laughed together, and no sound was more pleasant to Mary Ballard's ears than this same happy laughter.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
I held her in my arms, and the river sang to us.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
They sit in silence, then break into singing "A merry song we sang with him Last year."
"A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam'"
Alfred Gatty