8. Kissing cymbals making merry din.
Keats.
9. Merry cricket, twittering thing!
How you love to hear it sing!
Chirping tenant, child of mirth,
Minstrel of the poor man's hearth.
Eliza Cook.
10. The wild enchanting horn!
Whose music up the deep and dewy air,
Swells to the clouds, and calls on echo there,