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 | The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] |  |
ON THE DEATH OF A CELEBRATED MUSICIAN.
Adieu to the song of the grove!
Our Philomel warbles no more!
The loss of his carols of love,
The shepherds will ever deplore.
Our Philomel warbles no more!
The loss of his carols of love,
The shepherds will ever deplore.
And sweet to the nymphs of the vale
Were his lays—what delight on the ear!
Whenever he melted the gale,
How the virgins would hasten to hear!
Were his lays—what delight on the ear!
Whenever he melted the gale,
How the virgins would hasten to hear!
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Where is Echo, so fond of his voice,
So pleas'd on each accent to dwell?
Poor Echo no more will rejoice!
But silently sleep in his cell.
So pleas'd on each accent to dwell?
Poor Echo no more will rejoice!
But silently sleep in his cell.
Though doom'd from the world to depart,
From remembrance he cannot remove;
While tenderness reigns in the heart,
For his song was the language of love.
From remembrance he cannot remove;
While tenderness reigns in the heart,
For his song was the language of love.
Though sever'd by Death from our plains,
Thou charmest no longer the sphere:
Sweet warbler! thy spirit remains,
For thy carols will live in our ear!
Thou charmest no longer the sphere:
Sweet warbler! thy spirit remains,
For thy carols will live in our ear!
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