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Love of peace, and lonely musing,
In hollow murmurs died away.
The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747)
'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747)
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.
The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747)
Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.
The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747)
With eyes up-raised, as one inspired,
Pale Melancholy sate retired,
And from her wild sequestered seat,
In notes by distance made more sweet,
Poured thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.
The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747)
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747)