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The oak-crowned sisters, and their chaste-eyed queen, Satyrs, and sylvan boys, were seen, Peeping from forth their alleys green; Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear,
And Sport leapt up, and seized his beechen spear.
Last came Joy's ecstatic trial.
He, with viny crown advancing,
First to the lively pipe his hand addressed; But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol,
Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best. They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids Amidst the vestal sounding shades,
To some unwearied minstrel dancing,
While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings,
As if he would the charming air repay,
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
To Becalm His Fever 2937
n all at once together found, ilia's mingled world of sound. id our vain endeavors cease, vive the just designs of Greece: turn in all thy simple state! nfirm the tales her sons relate!
William Collins [1721-1759]
SIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER
ARM me asleep, and melt me so
Ease my sick head,
And make my bed,
Thou power that canst sever
From me this ill,
And quickly still,
Though thou not kill
Thou sweetly canst convert the same
From a consuming fire
nto a gentle-licking flame, And make it thus expire.
Then make me weep
My pains asleep;
And give me such reposes
Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Melt, melt my pains
That, having ease me given,
I leave this light,
And take my flight
Robert Herrick [1591–1674)
A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT
WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
Ere he brought it out of the river.
High on the shore sat the great god Pan,
He cut it short, did the great god Pan, (How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.
"This is the way," laughed the great god Pan,
(Laughed while he sat by the river,)
"The only way, since gods began
At a Solemn Music
weet music, they could succeed."
pping his mouth to a hole in the reed, in power by the river.
eet, sweet, O Pan!
sweet by the river! weet, O great god Pan!
n the hill forgot to die, ilies revived, and the dragon-fly back to dream on the river.
beast is the great god Pan, gh as he sits by the river, poet out of a man:
gods sigh for the cost and pain,
eed which grows nevermore again eed with the reeds in the river.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1806-1861]
AT A SOLEMN MUSIC
of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
tly shout and solemn jubilee;
se just Spirits that wear victorious palms,
on earth, with undiscording voice
tly answer that melodious noise;
we did, till disproportioned sin
Broke the fair music that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long
To his celestial concert us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light!
John Milton [1608–1674]
WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE
ARIEL to Miranda:-Take
This slave of Music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee,
And, too intense, is turned to pain;
you o'er the trackless sea,
When you die, the silent Moon,
In her interlunar swoon,
Is not sadder in her cell
Than deserted Ariel.
When you live again on earth,