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Thou by the Passions nursed, I greet
By old Miletus, who so long
* Alluding to the Milesian tales, some of the earliest ro
y Cervantes. z Monsieur Le Sage, author of the incomparable Adventures of Gil Blas de Santillane, who died in Paris in the
O Nature boon, from whom proceed
75 THE PASSIONS.
AN ODE FOR MUSIC.
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
First Fear his hand, its skill to try,
Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why,
E'en at the sound himself had made.
Next Anger rush'd; his eyes on fire,
In lightnings own'd his secret stings: In one rude clash he struck the lyre,
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
With woful measures wan Despair
Low, sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ;
'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call’d on Echo still, through all the song; 35
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her
golden hair. And longer had she sung;—but, with a frown,
Revenge impatient rose:
Ver. 30. What was thy delightful measure ?
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between,
Dejected Pity, at his side,
Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mein, While each strain’d ball of sight seem'd bursting
from his head. Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd;
Sad proof of thy distressful state; Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd; And now it courted Love, now raving callid
With eyes upraised, as one inspired,
And, dashing soft from rocks around,
Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure
stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay,
Round an holy calm diffusing,
Love of Peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.