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The great man's curse, without the gains, endure,
DESCEND, ye Nine! descend and sing ;
The breathing instruments inspire,
In a sadly-pleasing strain
Let the loud trumpet sound,
The shrill echoes rebound:
Hark! the numbers soft and clear
And fill with spreading sounds the skies ;
Till, by degrees, remote and small,
The strains decay,
And melt away,
By music, minds an equal temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low, If in the breast tumultuous joys arise, Music her soft, assuasive voice applies ;
Or, when the soul is press'd with cares,
Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Melancholy lifts her head,
Listening Envy drops her snakes ;
Inflam'd with glory's charms:
45 And half unsheath'd the shining blade : And seas, and rocks, and skies rebound, “ To arms, to arms, to arms!"
But when through all the infernal bounds,
Love, strong as Death, the Poet led 1
To the pale nations of the dead,
See shady forms advance!
And the pale spectres dance !
O'er the Elysian flowers;
Or Amaranthine bowers ;
Wandering in the myrtle grove,
He sung, and hell consented
To hear the Poet's prayer :
And gave him back the fair.
1 ["For death is not more strong than love."-Sandys.]
Thus song could prevail
O’er death, and o'er hell,
90 With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious.
Now under hanging mountains,
And calls her ghost,
105 Now with Furies surrounded, Despairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows,
Amidst Rhodope's snows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the desert he flies; 110 Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals' cries
Ah see, he dies ! Yet evin in death Eurydice he sung, Eurydice still trembled on his tongue, Eurydice the woods,
115 Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.
And antedate the bliss above.