Then, as it swells and mounts up, the thrilling melody deepens,
Till a mightier, holier virtue comes with its powerful tone.
Southey.
42. The chirp of birds, blithe voices, lowing kine,
The dash of waters, reed, or rustic pipe,
Blent with the dulcet, distance-mellow'd bell.
Hillhouse.
43. A song of love and jollitye,
To drive away dull melancholy.
Spenser.