And Big-Fat said it was good, and the Bug sang another song about how good it was to observe the law, and what a fine land the Sea Valley was, and how every man who loved the Sea Valley should go forth and kill the bad Meat-Eaters.
"He went to live with the Meat-Eaters and to be a singer of songs to the king.
"I know not," quoth Arthur, smiling, with his head on one side, like a budding lass that is asked to dance, "I know not that I can match our sweet friend's song; moreover, I do verily think that I have caught a cold and have a certain tickling and huskiness in the windpipe."
"Methinks I have heard somewhat of it," said Robin; "but ne'ertheless strike up thy ditty and let us hear it, for, as I do remember me, it is a gallant song; so out with it, good fellow."
Well, you don't look for much of a voice in a comic song. You don't expect correct phrasing or vocalization.
You don't expect a man to break off in the middle of a line, and snigger, and say, it's very funny, but he's blest if he can think of the rest of it, and then try and make it up for himself, and, afterwards, suddenly recollect it, when he has got to an entirely different part of the song, and break off, without a word of warning, to go back and let you have it then and there.
Every Tragedy, therefore, must have six parts, which parts determine its quality--namely, Plot, Character, Diction, Thought, Spectacle, Song. Two of the parts constitute the medium of imitation, one the manner, and three the objects of imitation.
Of the remaining elements Song holds the chief place among the embellishments.
He still loved fighting and war, and his songs were still all of war.
He could not sing, and although he loved to listen to the songs of others, "whenever he saw the harp come near him," we are told, "he arose out of shame from the feast and went home to his house." Away from the bright firelight out into the lonely dark he crept with bent head and lagging steps.
And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song
As her voice, in the song
, made soft vibrations in his ears, it seemed to him that she grew dim and vague before him, and that somehow, under the soft searching prod of her song
, he was otherwhere.
With golden comb so lustrous, And thereby a song
sings, It has a tone so wondrous, That powerful melody rings.
"Very well, the next one," she said hurriedly, turning over the pages, and at once feeling that there was something connected with the song
While on their way, they would make the dense old woods, for miles around, reverberate with their wild songs
, revealing at once the highest joy and the deepest sadness.