The poetical works of Leigh Hunt Now finally collected, revised by himself, and edited by his son, Thornton Hunt. With illustrations by Corbould |
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THE LOVER OF MUSIC TO HIS PIANO-FORTE. |
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THE LOVER OF MUSIC TO HIS PIANO-FORTE.
Oh friend, whom glad or grave we seek,
Heav'n-holding shrine!
I ope thee, touch thee, hear thee speak,
And peace is mine.
No fairy casket full of bliss,
Out-values thee:
Love only, waken'd with a kiss,
More sweet may be.
Heav'n-holding shrine!
I ope thee, touch thee, hear thee speak,
And peace is mine.
No fairy casket full of bliss,
Out-values thee:
Love only, waken'd with a kiss,
More sweet may be.
To thee, when our full hearts o'erflow
In griefs or joys,
Unspeakable emotions owe
A fitting voice:
Mirth flies to thee, and Love's unrest,
And Memory dear.
And Sorrow, with his tighten'd breast,
Comes for a tear.
In griefs or joys,
Unspeakable emotions owe
A fitting voice:
Mirth flies to thee, and Love's unrest,
And Memory dear.
And Sorrow, with his tighten'd breast,
Comes for a tear.
Oh since few joys of human mould
Thus wait us still,
Thrice bless'd be thine, thou gentle fold
Of peace at will.
No change, no sullenness, no cheat,
In thee we find;
Thy saddest voice is ever sweet,—
Thine answer, kind.
Thus wait us still,
Thrice bless'd be thine, thou gentle fold
Of peace at will.
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In thee we find;
Thy saddest voice is ever sweet,—
Thine answer, kind.
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