Quote #13

With eyes up-raised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sate retired, And from her wild sequestered seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Poured thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.

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  1. 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
  2. Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
  3. Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.
  4. O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
  5. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.
  6. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest!
  7. 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 …
  8. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung.

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