Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.
Alexander PopeOn her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
Alexander PopeMusic resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.
Alexander PopeOn her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
Alexander Pope