And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry — Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
Download Customize

And then the great music of which the world is made took him over, beyond thought, beyond control until he heard her cry his name and they fell together off the edge of the world.

— Jean Gill, Song at Dawn: 1150 in Provence
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
historical love music passion song troubadour

More “Historical” Quotes

ANTONIO PONTÓN’S TRIAL made front page headlines across major newspapers. On April 17, 1915, the Schenectady Gazette hea — Yasmin Tirado-Chiodini, Antonio's Will
Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted. - Eighth — Yasmin Tirado-Chiodini, Antonio's Will
Peggy is a sovereign nation. She governs herself and those around her by her own laws. — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Patriot's Daughter
Men are not born equal in themselves, so I think it beneath a man to postulate that they are. If I thought myself as goo — Mary Renault, The Last of the Wine
Sir, you do understand that - officially - I'm not actually a centurion. I haven't even been assigned to a legion yet.' — Nick Brown, The Siege
Vera had also hated lipstick, Marzipan and Lutherans - excluding her husband, but not her late mother-in-law. Most of al — Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church
On the black cotton was printed a white skull and crossbones - the skull head grinning as if he were mocking her. The nu — Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church
A brief whiff of her mother had come through a cracked window that opened to a weed-infested courtyard. It was a fragran — Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church
Alana Marks had always known she was different. From her gypsy childhood, to the way she now made her living in the movi — Barbara Kyle, The Experiment
Mama says love is a sickness of the heart. Only the weak fall under its spell. — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Sun & Stars
How can one fight for a love that acts as the enemy? — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Sun & Stars
Our lover is the sun, and we the stars forever floating in their glow. We push and push, yearning for our sun's rays to — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Sun & Stars