To melt the soul, to captivate the ear,
(Angels such melody might deign to hear,)
To anticipate on earth the joys of heav'n,
'Twas Handel's task: to him that pow'r was giv'n.
Ah, when he late attuned Messiah's praise,
With sound celestial, with melodious lays:
A last farewell, his languid looks express'd,
And thus, methinks, th' enraptur'd crowd addrest.
"Adieu, my dearest friend, and also you,
"Joint sons of sacred harmony, adieu!
"Apollo whispering, prompts me to retire,
"And bids me join the bright seraphic choir:
"Oh! for Elijah's car!" great Handel cry'd:
Messiah heard his voice, and Handel died.
Boston Weekly Mag., II-208, Oct. 20, 1804, Boston.
WRITTEN IN GERMANY, ON ONE OF THE
COLDEST DAYS OF THE CENTURY,
BY W. WORDSWORTH.
Port Folio, IV-342, Oct. 27, 1804, Phila.
[William Wordsworth, idem.
"The Reader must be apprised, that the stoves in North Germany generally have the impression of a galloping horse upon them, this being part of the Brunswick arms.">[
A HUMBLE IMITATION OF SOME STANZAS,
WRITTEN BY W. WORDSWORTH, IN GERMANY, ON ONE OF THE
COLDEST DAYS OF THE CENTURY.