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BALLATA OF TRUE AND FALSE SPRING, by                    
First Line: A little wild bird sometimes at my ear
Last Line: There is no room for pupils any more
Subject(s): Singing & Singers


A LITTLE wild bird sometimes at my ear
Sings his own verses very clear:
Others sing louder that I do not hear.

For singing loudly is not singing well;
But ever by the song that 's soft and low
The master-singer's voice is plain to tell.
Few have it and yet all are masters now,
And each of them can trill out what he calls
His ballads, canzonets, and madrigals.

The world with masters is so covered o'er,
There is no room for pupils any more.






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