16. He hears, alas! no music of the spheres,
But, an unhallow'd, earthly sound of fiddling.

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.

rock and tree,

19. The dying night-breeze harping o'er the hills,
Striking the strings of nature
The best and earliest lyres of harmony,

20.

With echo for their chorus.

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;
His song is not a happy one-
I'm saddest when I sing.

22. Voices of melting tenderness, that blend
With pure and gentle musings, till the soul,
Commingling with the melody, is borne,
Rapt and dissolv'd in ecstasy, to heaven.

SOUTHEY.

J. H. BAYLY.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

23. Who loves not music still may pause to hark
Nature's free gladness hymning in the lark ;-
As sings the bird, sings Lucy! all her art
A voice in which you listen to a heart.

24. Divine interpreter thou art, Oh Song! To thee all secrets of all hearts belong!

The New Timon.

The New Timon.

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MUSIC-SINGING.

25. See to the desk Apollo's sons repair: Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair;

26.

In unison their various tones to tune,

Murmurs the hautboy; growls the hoarse bassoon;
In soft vibrations sighs the whispering lute;
Twang goes the harpsichord; too-too, the flute;·
Brays the loud trumpet; squeaks the fiddle sharp;
Winds the French-horn; and twangs the tingling harp.
Rejected Addresses.

Such sweet, such melting strains!

Their soft harmonious cadence rises now,
And swells in solemn grandeur to its height!
Now sinks to mellow notes now dies away —
But leaves its thrilling memory on my ear!

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,
Its sweet expression painted there.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

29. Orpheus himself might hang his lyre
Upon the willows after this,
Nor henceforth impiously aspire
To lap the senses all in bliss ;
For he, who heard that thrilling strain,
Would find all other music vain.

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?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as 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
Assuming ignorance and pride;
By birth the name alone descends,
Your honour on yourself depends.

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 " Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
And still it half calls up the realms of fairy,
Where I beheld what never was to be.

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.

9. Though the rose would be sweet were it not call'd a rose-
Though evil, call'd good, would our peace still oppose—.
Though gall would be bitter, were honey its name-
And a mouse, christen'd bear, were a mouse all the same;
Yet, who has not felt the strong power of a word,
The magic that thrills us, when some names are heard!
J. T. WATSON.

NATURE.

1. How mean the order and perfection sought
In the best product of the human thought,
Compar'd to the great harmony that reigns
In what the spirit of the world ordains.

2. Nature hath nothing made so base, but can Read some instruction to the wisest man.

3. First follow nature, and your judgment frame
By her just standard, which is still the same;
Unerring nature, still divinely bright,
One clear, unchang'd, and universal light,
Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart,
At once the source, and end, and test of art.

PRIOR.

ALEYN.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

4. Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks thro' nature up to nature's God.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

5. Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain
These simple blessings of the lowly train;
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

6. By forms unfashion'd, fresh from nature's hand.

GOLDSMITH.

7. Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway.

8. Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries; Even in our ashes live our wonted fires.

9. The daily labours of the bee
Awake my soul to industry:
Who can observe the careful ant,
And not provide for future want?
My dog (the trustiest of his kind,)
With gratitude inflames my mind;
I mark his true and faithful way,
And in my service copy Tray.
In constancy and nuptial love,
I learn my duty from the dove.
The hen, who, from the chilly air,
With pious wings protects her care,
And every fowl that flies at large,
Instructs me in a parent's charge.

10. Pride often guides the author's pen,
Books as affected are as men;
But he who studies nature's laws,
From certain truth his maxims draws;
And those, without our schools, suffice
To make men moral, good and wise.

11.

The sounding cataract

GOLDSMITH.

GRAY'S Elegy.

GAY's Fables.

GAY'S Fables.

Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms were then to me

An appetite, a feeling, and a love.

WORDSWORTH.