A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thy wooden in that godlike ageJ

Fill thy recording S iater'a page-

Tie aa.id, and I beUe•e the t&le,

Thy humblest reed could more prenil,

Had more of strength, diviner r11ge,

That all which charms this laggar·d age ;

E'en all at oncEI together found,

Cecilia's mingh•d world of eound,-

0 bid oar vain endeavours ceue:

Revive the just designs or Greece;

Return in all thy aimple atate I

Confirm the tales her eons relate I

W. COLLUI8.

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Or all the arte beneath the heaven,

That man baa found, or God baa given,

None urawa the soul so sweet away,

Aa Music's mel:tir1g mystic lay; ·

Slight emblem of the bliss above,

It soothes the 1apirit all to love.

0.

Hooo.

Tlm painter's hues stand visible before us
In power and beAuty; we cau trace the thoughta
Which are the workings of the poet'• mind :
But Music is a myateryJ and viewleaa
E.-en when present, an illle88 man's aot,
And leas within hie order; for the band
That can call forth the tonelil yet cannot tell
Whither they go, or if they iva or die
When Boated once beyond his feeble ear;
And then, aa if it ~'ere an unreal thing,
The wind will eweup from the neglected atringa
All rich a swell aa Elver miuatrel drew.
L. E. L..umox.