And Troy in flames, and rattling dice:
And Comedy, with wreathed smiles;
And Music, that dull care beguiles;
Here let the droning bagpipe be,
And there the cheerful fiddle see.
Nor be our joys to earth confin'd,—
But, light as air, swift as the wind,
Let Cadman cut the liquid sky,
And on the rope Violante fly.
Our trumpet's loud clangour