MUSIC-SINGING. 1. Oh! it came over me like the sweet South, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair. 3. The man that hath not music in himself, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. And is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils Let no man trust him. 4. Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. 5. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment? SHAKSPEARE. MILTON. MILTON'S Comus. 6. Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, And lap it in Elysium. MILTON'S Comus. 7. Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please; And antedate the bliss above. 8. Music resembles poetry; in each POPE. Are numerous graces which no methods teach, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. 416 MUSIC-SINGING. 9. Even rage itself is cheer'd with music: It wakes a glad remembrance of our youth, 10. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, and bend the knotted oak. Rowe. CONGREVE. 11. Though cheerfulness and I have long been strangers, 12. There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, 13. Sweet notes! they tell of former peace, Of all that look'd so rapturous then; LILLO. COWPER'S Task. Now wither'd, lost-Oh! pray thee, cease, I cannot hear those sounds again! 14. Music! Oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell! Why should feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Love's are e'en more false than they Oh! 't is only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray! 15. Her voice was like the warbling of a bird, So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear. MOORE. MOORE. BYRON'S Don Juan. 16. He hears, alas! no music of the spheres, 17. In fact he has no singing education, BYRON'S Don Juan. An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow. BYRON'S Don Juan. 18. The brazen trump, the spirit-stirring drum, That bids the foe defiance ere they come. BYRON'S Curse of Minerva. 19. The dying night-breeze harping o'er the hills, 20. Her deep and thrilling song Seem'd with its piercing melody to reach The soul, and in mysterious unison BYRON'S Island. Blend with all thoughts of gentleness and love. 21. The bird retains his silver note, Though bondage chains his wing; 22. Voices of melting tenderness, that blend SOUTHEY. J. H. BAYLY. J. G. PERCIVAL. 23. Who loves not music still may pause to hark 24. Divine interpreter thou art, Oh Song! To thee all secrets of all hearts belong! The New Timon. The New Timon. 418 MUSIC-SINGING. 25. See to the desk Apollo's sons repair :Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair; In unison their various tones to tune, 26. Murmurs the hautboy; growls the hoarse bassoon; Rejected Addresses. Such sweet, such melting strains! Their soft harmonious cadence rises now, Methodist Protestant. 27. How sweetly sounds each mellow note Beneath the moon's pale ray, When dying zephyrs rise and float Like lovers' sighs away! MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 28. And, as thy bright lips sung, they caught So beautiful a ray, That, as I gaz'd, I almost thought The spirit of thy lay Had left, while melting in the air, MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 29. Orpheus himself might hang his lyre To lap the senses all in bliss ; J. T. WATSON. NAME. 1. What's in a name? That, which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet. SHAKSPEARE. 2. Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in Cæsar? 3. What's in the name of lord, that I should fear To bring my grievance to the public ear? 4. Think not a coronet can hide SHAKSPEARE. CHURCHILL. GAY's Fables. 5. Who dares name guilt, and with it Pearcy's name? 6. O Amos Cottle! Phœbus! what a name To fill the sounding trump of future fame! The Tailors. BYRON'S English Bards, &c. 7. I have a passion for the name of “ For once it was a magic sound to me, 8. Appealing, by the magic of its name, To gentle feelings, and affections kept Within the heart, like gold. BYRON'S Don Juan. MISS L. E. LANDON. |