The Works of the Late Aaron Hill ... In Four Volumes. Consisting of Letters on Various Subjects, And of Original Poems, Moral and Facetious. With An Essay on the Art of Acting |
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To Mrs. L---r, playing on a Bass-Viol.
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To Mrs. L---r, playing on a Bass-Viol.
While, o'er the dancing chords, your fingers fly,
And bid them live, 'till they have made us die;
Trembling, in transport, at your touch, they spring,
As if there dwelt a heart, in every string.
And bid them live, 'till they have made us die;
Trembling, in transport, at your touch, they spring,
As if there dwelt a heart, in every string.
Your voice, soft rising, thro' the lengthen'd notes,
The marry'd harmony, united, floats;
Two charms, so join'd, that they compose but one;
Like heat and brightness, from the self-same sun.
The marry'd harmony, united, floats;
Two charms, so join'd, that they compose but one;
Like heat and brightness, from the self-same sun.
The wishful viol would its wealth retain,
And, sweetly conscious, hugs the pleasing pain;
Envious, forbids the warbling joys to roll,
And, murm'ring inward, swells its sounding soul.
And, sweetly conscious, hugs the pleasing pain;
Envious, forbids the warbling joys to roll,
And, murm'ring inward, swells its sounding soul.
Proud of its charming pow'r, your tuneful bow
Floats o'er the chords majestically slow;
Careless, and soft, calls out a tide of art,
And, in a storm of musick, drowns the heart.
Floats o'er the chords majestically slow;
Careless, and soft, calls out a tide of art,
And, in a storm of musick, drowns the heart.
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So, when that God, who gave you all your skill,
To angel forms (like yours) entrusts his will,
Calm, they descend, some new-meant world to found,
And, smiling, see creation rising round!
To angel forms (like yours) entrusts his will,
Calm, they descend, some new-meant world to found,
And, smiling, see creation rising round!
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