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To Miss S. GREY. ON HER SINGING.
When Delia strikes the trembling string,
She charms our list'ning ears;
But when she joins her voice to sing,
She emulates the spheres.
She charms our list'ning ears;
But when she joins her voice to sing,
She emulates the spheres.
The feather'd songsters round her throng,
And catch the soothing notes;
To imitate her matchless song,
They strain their little throats.
And catch the soothing notes;
To imitate her matchless song,
They strain their little throats.
The constant, mournful-cooing doves,
Attentive to her strain,
All mindful of their tender loves,
By list'ning sooth their pain.
Attentive to her strain,
All mindful of their tender loves,
By list'ning sooth their pain.
Soft were the notes by Orpheus play'd
Which once recall'd his bride,
But had he sung like thee, fair maid!
The nymph had scarcely dy'd.
Which once recall'd his bride,
But had he sung like thee, fair maid!
The nymph had scarcely dy'd.
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