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While in more lengthen'd notes and Now, 10
Hark! the numbers soft and clear
And fill with spreading sounds the skies; 15
The strains decay,
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;
nautic expedition, where Orpheus gives the example of the use of Music to inspire the heroic passions. The seventh and last conclude in praise of Music, and the advantages of the sacred above the prophane.
VER. 7. Let the loud trumpet found, etc.] Our Author in his rules for good writing had said, that the sound jould be an echo to the sense. The graces it adds to the harmony are obvious. But we should never have seen all the advantages arising from this rule, had this ode not been written. In which, one may venture to say, is found all the harmony that poetic sound, when it comes in aid of sense, is capable of producing.
Or, when the soul is press’d with cares,
Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Melancholy lifts her head,
Listning Envy drops her snakes;
While Argo saw her kindred trees 40
Transported demi-gods stood round,
Enflam'd with glory's charms:
IV. But when thro' all th' infernal bounds, Which flaming Phlegeton surrounds, 50
Love, strong as Death, the Poet led
To the pale nations of the dead,
And cries of tortur'd ghosts!
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And the pale spectres dance !
By the streams that ever flow,
O’er th’Elysian flow'rs;
Or Amaranthine bow'rs;
Wand'ring in the myrtle grove,
He sung, and hell consented
To hear the Poet's prayer:
Thus song could prevail
O’er death, and o'er hell,
Tho' fate had faft bound her
With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious.
But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes:
Now under hanging mountains,
Amidst Rhodope's snows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the desert he flies; Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals cries-
Ah see, he dies! III Yet ev’n in death Eurydice he sung, Eurydice still trembled on his tongue, ..