There is a charm, a power, that sways the breast;
Bids every passion revel or be still;
Inspires with rage, or all our cares dissolves:
Can soothe distraction, and almost despair.
Art of Preserving Health. J. ARMSTRONG.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the Master's spell;
And feeling hearts—touch them but lightly—pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
Human Life. S. ROGERS.
Give me some music; music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
Antony and Cleopatra, Act ii. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.
See to their desks Apollo's sons repair,
Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair!
In unison their various tones to tune.
Murmurs the hautboy, growls the hoarse bassoon;
In soft vibration sighs the whispering lute,
Tang goes the harpsichord, too-too the flute,
Brays the loud trumpet, squeaks the fiddle sharp,
Winds the French-horn, and twangs the tingling harp;
Till, like great Jove, the leader, figuring in,
Attunes to order the chaotic din.
Rejected Addresses: The Theatre. H. AND J. SMITH.
'Tis believed that this harp which I wake now for thee
Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.
The Origin of the Harp. T. MOORE.
And wheresoever, in his rich creation,
Sweet music breathes—in wave, or bird, or soul—
'Tis but the faint and far reverberation
Of that great tune to which the planets roll!
Music. F.S. OSGOOD.
He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced;
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed,
And opened new fountains in the human heart.
Course of Time, Bk. IV. R. POLLOK.
Music resembles poetry: in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master-hand alone can reach.
Essay on Criticism. A. POPE.
NAME.
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II. T. CAMPBELL.