The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||
ODE TO ST. CECILIA.
O Goddess of the tuneful quire,
Upon my knees I must desire
You'll give your instrument a smart jobation:
Happy am I a band to meet,
To give my ears a pretty treat,
And fill my heart with sweetest animation.
Upon my knees I must desire
You'll give your instrument a smart jobation:
Happy am I a band to meet,
To give my ears a pretty treat,
And fill my heart with sweetest animation.
I like an overture, I needs must own—
Of music 'tis a very noble dish:
But here's the devil—while some with solemn groan,
Bawl flesh, lo, others are exclaiming fish;
Rending with sounds of Babel our poor ears,
Much like the noises of the bulls and bears .
Of music 'tis a very noble dish:
But here's the devil—while some with solemn groan,
Bawl flesh, lo, others are exclaiming fish;
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Much like the noises of the bulls and bears .
Proud on his nimbler neighbour to advance,
Like elephants that fain would learn to dance,
The double bass attempts his awkward jigs,
Grunting and snuffling like a sow and pigs.
Like elephants that fain would learn to dance,
The double bass attempts his awkward jigs,
Grunting and snuffling like a sow and pigs.
Ambitious, this most lab'ring bass
Gives to the violincello chase,
Who on the tenor presses like the wind,
Who presses closely on the second fiddle,
Who presses sharply on first tweedle-tweedle,
Who leaps the bridge, and leaves them all behind.
Gives to the violincello chase,
Who on the tenor presses like the wind,
Who presses closely on the second fiddle,
Who presses sharply on first tweedle-tweedle,
Who leaps the bridge, and leaves them all behind.
Alas! are these the modes to melt the soul,
Sooth ev'ry sigh, and ev'ry care control?
If this be music, let me leave the riot,
And be the world of quavers ever quiet!
Sooth ev'ry sigh, and ev'ry care control?
If this be music, let me leave the riot,
And be the world of quavers ever quiet!
The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||