 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
THE GAMUT.
The demon care constrained to smile,
When matchless Ida sings,
Repents that he my lyre should spoil,
And gives me back its strings;
So Orpheus' lay (as poets dreamed)
With like resistless spell,
Subdued the Fates, and thus redeemed
Eurydice from hell.
When matchless Ida sings,
Repents that he my lyre should spoil,
And gives me back its strings;
So Orpheus' lay (as poets dreamed)
With like resistless spell,
Subdued the Fates, and thus redeemed
Eurydice from hell.
Once more I'll tune this shell so dear,
And stretch its wires again,
Till A awake with accents clear,
And breathing B complain.
The C shall sound serene and free,
The D with danger toy,
While fiery, wild, erratic E,
Shall light the torch of joy.
And stretch its wires again,
Till A awake with accents clear,
And breathing B complain.
The C shall sound serene and free,
The D with danger toy,
While fiery, wild, erratic E,
Shall light the torch of joy.
The F give love and feeling scope,
But G with grief shall wail,
For H, the aspirate of hope,
Comes not within the scale.
'Tis done!—my lyre shall wake again,
While lovely Ida sings,
For 't was her sweet resistless strain
Redeemed the minstrel's strings.
But G with grief shall wail,
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Comes not within the scale.
'Tis done!—my lyre shall wake again,
While lovely Ida sings,
For 't was her sweet resistless strain
Redeemed the minstrel's strings.
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