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While in more lengthen'd notes and Now, 10
The deep, majestic, solemn organs blow.

Hark! the numbers soft and clear
Gently steal upon the ear;
Now louder, and yet louder rise

And fill with spreading sounds the skies; 15
Exulting in triumph now swell the bold notes,
In broken air, trembling, the wild music floats ;
'Till, by degrees, remote and finall,

The strains decay,
And melt away,
In a dying, dying fall.

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II

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;

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MARKS.

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.

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Or, when the soul is press’d with cares,

Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Warriors she fires with animated sounds;
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds:

Melancholy lifts her head,
Morpheus rouzes from his bed,
Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes,

Listning Envy drops her snakes;
Intestine war no more our Passions wage,
And giddy Factions hear away their rage. 35

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But when our Country's cause provokes to Arms,
How martial music ev'ry bosom warms!
So when the first bold vessel dar’d the seas,
High on the stern the Thracian rais’d his strain,

While Argo saw her kindred trees 40
Descend from Pelion to the main.

Transported demi-gods stood round,
And men grew heroes at the sound,

Enflam'd with glory's charms:
Each chief his sev’nfold shield display'd, 45
And half unsheath'd the shining blade:
And seas, and rocks, and skies rebound
To arms, to arms, to arms!

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,
What sounds were heard,
What scenes appear'd,
O'er all the dreary coasts !

Dreadful gleams,
Dismal screams,
Fires that glow,
Shrieks of woe,
Sullen moans,
Hollow groans

And cries of tortur'd ghosts!
But hark! he strikes the golden lyre ;
And see! the tortur’d ghosts respire,

Sec, Thady forms advance! - 65
Thy stone, O Sisyphus, stands still,
Ixion rests upon his wheel,

And the pale spectres dance !
The Furics sink upon their iron beds,
And snakes uncurl'd hang list’ning round their

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By the streams that ever flow,
By the fragrant winds that blow

O’er th’Elysian flow'rs;
By those happy souls who dwell
In yellow meads of Afphodel,

Or Amaranthine bow'rs;
By the hero's armed shades,
Glittring thro? the gloomy glades;
By the youths that dy'd for love,

Wand'ring in the myrtle grove,
Restore, restore Eurydice to life:
Oh take the husband, or return the wife!

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He sung, and hell consented

To hear the Poet's prayer:
Stern Proserpine relented,
And gave him back the fair.

Thus song could prevail

O’er death, and o'er hell,
A conqueft how hard and how glorious ?

Tho' fate had faft bound her

With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious.

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But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes:
Again she falls, again the dies, she dies!
How wilt thou now the fatal sisters move?
No crime was thine, if ’tis no crime to love. 95

Now under hanging mountains,
Beside the falls of fountains,
Or where Hebrus wanders,
Rolling in Mæanders,
All alone,
Unheard, unknown,
He makes his moan;
And calls her ghost,
For ever, ever, ever lost!
Now with Furies surrounded,

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Despairing, confounded,
He trembles, he glows,

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, ..

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