The chink of gold with gold, transporting sound!
Exceeds the Timbrel, or the Syren's voice
Harmonious, when collective plates go round,
And Hock and Turtle make the heart rejoice.
An inveterate sportsman, hearing early his favourite cry of beagles from the wood, exclaimed:—
Hark, friend, what heavenly music meets the ear;
Haste, farmer, we shall lose it all, I fear.
The rustic, who dreads hounds over his new-sown wheat, replies:—
Music! I cannot hear it for the noise