Quote #11
Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.
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- When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.
- 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
- For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And …
- With eyes up-raised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sate retired, And from her wild sequestered seat, In notes by distance made more swee…
- Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small bu…
- Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
- Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be …
- O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!