Mercy from her twilight throne Listening to nun's faint throb of holy fear, Ye Voices, and ye Shadows And Images of voice, to hound and horn And milder echoes from their cells Blest be the song that brightens The blind man's gloom, exalts the veteran's mirth; They move; but soon th' appointed way And to their hope the distant shrine Glisten with a livelier ray: Nor friendless he, the prisoner of the mine, Who from the well-spring of his own clear breast When civic renovation Dawns on a kingdom, and for needful haste Who, from a martial pageant, spreads Thrilling th' unweapon'd crowd with plumeless heads?- 2 Peaceful striving, gentle play Of timid hope and innocent desire Shot from the dancing Graces, as they move How oft along thy mazes, Regent of sound, have dangerous Passions trod! Thy votaries, wooingly resign'd To a voluptuous influence That taints the purer, better mind; But lead sick Fancy to a harp That hath in noble tasks been tried; And, if the virtuous feel a pang too sharp, Soothe it into patience, stay. - Th' uplifted arm of Suicide; And let some mood of thine in firm array Ere martyr burns, or patriot bleeds! As Conscience, to the centre Of being, smites with irresistible pain, The mouldy vaults of the dull idiot's brain, Transmute him to a wretch from quiet hurl'd, – Convulsed as by a jarring din; And then aghast, as at the world Of reason partially let in By concords winding with a sway Terrible for sense and soul; Or, awed, he weeps, struggling to quell dismay. Point not these mysteries to an Art Lodged above the starry pole; Pure modulations flowing from the heart Of divine Love, where Wisdom, Beauty, Truth 2 The allusion is to Sappho, the famous Greek poetess, whom Wordsworth else. where speaks of as "The Lesbian Maid." Her airs are called Lydian with reference to the ancient Greek modes or keys, which were derived from Lydia, and in which the music was of a pathetic and melting character. See page 154, note 4. Oblivion may not cover All treasures hoarded by the miser, Time. And voice and shell drew forth a tear The GIFT to king Amphion That wall'd a city with its melody Was for belief no dream: 5. thy skill, Arion! Could humanise the creatures of the sea, Where men were monsters. A last grace he craves, Leave for one chant; the dulcet sound Steals from the deck o'er willing waves, And listening dolphins gather round. The ancient myths of Orpheus, Amphion, and Arion are here justly regarded as showing that the old Greek sensibility to music was much more lively and responsive than that of any modern people. Classical poetry and fable were fond of such daring and hyperbolical representations of the power of music, because they felt sure of an answering sympathy in the popular feeling; whereas, to our duller sensibilities, those representations appear so extravagant as to be quite ludicrous. And so Hume, in his essay Of Eloquence, remarks of ancient orators, that "their eloquence was infinitely more sublime than that which modern orators aspire to;" though he attributes this to higher powers of expression and delivery in the ancient speakers: and he illustrates by quoting passages from Demosthenes and Cicero which would be scouted by a modern audience as wholly monstrous and gigantic." 4 "The upper arch" is the heavens or the sky, whose direfullest portents and prodigies were thought to be quelled by lyrical and musical incantations. 5 The fable of Orpheus is, I presume, too well known to need any statement of its contents here. It was in his handling that " Hell to the lyre bow'd low," yielding up his beloved Eurydice to the divine compulsion of his music. - Amphion was King of the Grecian Thebes: his harp and voice so affected the stones that they could not choose but march to their places, and so girdled the city with a wall. 6 Arion was a famous Greek bard and player on the harp. The story is, that he went to Sicily to take part in a musical contest; and, having won the prize, was going home to Corinth by sea, laden with presents, when the rude sailors coveted his wealth and were bent on murdering him. After trying in vain to break their purpose, he at last got leave to play once more on the harp: so, putting on festal attire, and standing in the prow of the ship, he invoked the gods in inspired strains, and then threw himself into the sea. But a flock of song-loving dolphins had gath ered round; and now one of them took the bard on its back, and carried him to Tænarus, from whence he returned safe to Corinth. And singing, while th' accordant hand So shall he touch at length a friendly strand, The pipe of Pan, to shepherds Couch'd in the shadow of Mænalian pines," This way and that, with wild-flowers crown'd.- Of fable, though to truth subservient, hear The convict's summons in the steeple's knell; For terror, joy, or pity, Vast is the compass and the swell of notes: While hovering o'er the moonlit vale. Ye wandering Utterances, has Earth no scheme, Powers that survive but in the faintest dream Of memory?-O, that ye might stoop to bear 7 Manalian is the same as Arcadian; Manalus being the name of the mountains in Arcadia, which were celebrated as the favourite haunts of the god Pan. Arcadia is the old name of the central portion of Peloponnesus. The Arcadians were noted as a simple pastoral people, passionately fond of music, and devoted to the worship of Pan. 8 Fauns and Satyrs appear to have been much the same, only the former were Roman, the latter Grecian. They were among the minor divinities of the ancient mythology: in form, half man and half goat, with horns; vastly given to music and wine, and to sensual pleasures of all sorts. Silenus was their chief, and a very funny god withal. He was generally intoxicated, and is described as a jovial old man, with a bald head, a puck nose, fat and round like his wine-bag, which he always carried with him. He was specially given to dancing, and so was called the dancer: in other respects, his addiction was about equally divided between wine, sleep, and music. But his main peculiarity lay in his being an inspired prophet, who knew all the past and the remotest future, and also a sage who despised all the gifts of fortune. When drunk or asleep, he was in the power of mortals, who could compel him to prophesy and sing by tying him up with chains of flowers. Chains, such precious chains of sight Of th' Unsubstantial, ponder'd well! By one pervading spirit Of tones and numbers all things are controll❜d, The heavens, whose aspect makes our minds as still With everlasting harmony; The towering headlands, crown'd with mist, That Ocean is a mighty harmonist; Thy pinions, universal Air, Ever waving to and fro, Are delegates of harmony, and bear Strains that support the Seasons in their round; Break forth into thanksgiving, Ye banded instruments of wind and chords; Unite, to magnify the Ever-living, Your inarticulate notes with the voice of words! Nor hush'd be service from the lowing mead, Nor mute the forest hum of noon; Thou too be heard, lone eagle! freed All worlds, all natures, mood and measure keep Into the ear of God, their Lord! 9. Alluding to what is called "the music of the spheres,". -an ancient mystery which taught that the heavenly bodies in their revolutions sing together in a concert so loud, various, and sweet, as to exceed all proportion to the human ear. The same thing is apparently referred to in Job, xxxviii. 7: The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy." And the greatest souls in every age seem to have been raised above themselves by the idea that the universe was knit together by a principle of which musical harmony is the aptest and clearest expression. So the well-known passage in The Merchant of Venice, v. 1: "There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins." |