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“ Let lovers who have croaking Delias, swear
Their tones are just in tune,' or 'just the thing :'
Pan's reedy pipe-Apollo's golden string :-
When he saw Titan's daughter scattering
MUSIC, thou charm and solace of our woes,
But, dearer far thy heav'nly wild-song flows,
Such thoughts will rise, whenever I recall Carew's sweet voice :-it has “a dying fall," Which soothes with sadness—like the mourning
dove, Whose notes of sorrow still the pangs of love. It has that eloquence and pow'r, which make The heart's wild pulses pause, lest they should break The chain of melody around them thrown, Or lose a murmur softer than their own.
Oh! I have wander'd where Bananas cast Their velvet leaves, to shade me as I pass'd; And from some distant orange-grove have heard The faint, sweet music of the Mocking-bird ; Which, like a spirit, seem'd to float in air, Born, nurs’d, and cherish’d_living, dying there : And I have heard (afar from ocean's roar) Some inland river kiss its flow'ry shore, Until the sound seem'd melody, and stole In plaintive languor o'er the list’ning soul; And I have heard the breeze steal through the rose, When grey-ey'd morning sees its leaves unclose,
With crimson blushes shining through the dew:But, lovelier far than these are thy wild notes,
As twilight sheds its ros’d and mellow'd ray
Let others prize the Bacchanals rude lay, And turn from sadder, sweeter themes away; But, oh! give me the tones which seem to borrow The soul of music from a harp of sorrow: Which, like the words of lovers when they part, In broken whispers die upon the heart.
* In “ The Lord of the Manor."
“ Pyramus is a sweet-faced man, a proper man, as one shall see in a Summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus."
The play is ended, and the audience now,