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Bring verse so smooth, and thoughts so free,
To blazon Jenny Gray.
Observe yon almond's rich perfume,
Thus, foremost of the blushing fair,
The merry, chirping, plumy throng,
All hush'd at her delightful voice
And study Jenny Gray.
Ye balmy odour-breathing gales,
I know you all, you 're arrant cheats,
Pomona and that goddess bright,
To the sweet knot of graces three,
There yet remains a matchless worth,
2) CARE AND GENEROSITY *).
Old Care with Industry and Art
*) Fable XVII.
Ho heap'd up such an ample store,
The land all round him was his own,
'Twas hers the largess to bestow
At that she had not made one friend.
The bride in nine moons brought him forth
A little maid of matchless worth:
Her face was mix'd of care and glee;
They christen'd her Economy;
The inistress of the golden mean,
Perfectly easy in her mind,
Still loves to give, yet knows to spare,
Stanza I, 2. Invocation of men and angels to join in the praise of St. Cecilia. The divine origin of music. Stanza 3. Art of music, or its miraculous power over the brute and inanimate creation exemplified in Waljer; and Stanza 4, 5, in Arion. Stanza 6. The nature of music, or its power over the pas sions. Instances of this in its exciting pity. Stanza 7. In promoting courage and military virtue. Excellency of
Stanza 8. Air to the memory of Mr. Purcell. on the organ and its inventress St. Cecilia.
From your lyre-enchanted tow'rs,
Ye musically mystic pow'rs,
Ye, that inform the tuneful spheres,
While each orb in ether swims,
Hither Paradise remove,
Spirits of harmony and love!.
Thou too, diviné Urania, deign t'appear,
To the grand argument the numbers suit;
Replete with heavenly love,
Mix on your ambrosial tongue
Disdainful ete. etc.
And you, ye sons of harmony below,
How little less than angels when ye sing! With emulation's kindling warmth shall glow, And from your mellow-modulating throats The tribute of your grateful notes
In union of piety shall bring.
Shall echo from her vocal cave
Confess'd she had superior aid
and other rites to greater pow'rs are due.
To the heav'n of heav'ns aspire,
Solemn, sacred, and sublime.
From heav'n music took its rise,
Higher swell the sound etc. etc.
Music's a celestial art;
Cease to wonder at its pow'r,
Though lifeless rocks to motion start,
Though trees dance lightly from the bow'r,
Are held and listen into sense.
In Penhurst's *) plains when Waller, sick with love,
*) Eine kleine Stadt in Kent, wo Waller verschiedene seiner Gedichte schrieb; vermuthlich meint unser Dichter hier dasjenige, welches in der Andersonschen Ausgabe von Wal ler's Gedichten das 18te der Miscellanies ist. Der Dichter klagt in demselben über die Grausamkeit seiner Sacharissa. Sicht oben S. 189.
Has found some solitary grove,
Where the vague moon-beams pour a silver-flood Of trem'lous light athwart th' unshaven wood,
Within an hoary moss-grown cell,
He lays his careless limbs without reserve,
In all the woods, in all the plains
The deer approach the secret scene,
And weave their way through labyrinths green:
And answers from the neighbouring bay.
In uncomplaining anguish pines:
Or breathes its last,
Or just does sigh a symphony, and cease.
Neptune etc. etc.
Behold Arion on the stern he stands
Pall'd in theatrical attire,
To the mute strings he moves th' enliv'ning hands, Great in distress, and wakes the golden lyre:
While in a tender Orthian strain
He thus accosts the mistress of the main:
By the bright beams of Cynthia's eyes,
By the secret coral cell,
Where love, and joy, and Neptune dwell,
*) Name eines Flusses der durch Rochester fliefst.