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[Hark!—Chloe, swells strong Vict'ry's ardent sound]
Hark!—Chloe, swells strong Vict'ry's ardent sound,
While Wolfe, and Manners, viewless hover round;
Music's harmonious God her bosom fires,
And Pallas bends, when War's loud strain inspires.
While Wolfe, and Manners, viewless hover round;
Music's harmonious God her bosom fires,
And Pallas bends, when War's loud strain inspires.
Wildest ardour strikes the breast,
Thro' the shiv'ring frame confest;
High the panting spirits fly,
Cut the air, and seek the sky!
Floating on her buoyant strain,
Ah!—no more they sink again.
Thro' the shiv'ring frame confest;
High the panting spirits fly,
Cut the air, and seek the sky!
Floating on her buoyant strain,
Ah!—no more they sink again.
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For see, her much-lov'd youth with joy appears,
Her yielding soul dissolves in soft'ning cares;
Confus'd she trembling plays, the dying sound
First sooths, then melts each list'ning spirit round.
Her yielding soul dissolves in soft'ning cares;
Confus'd she trembling plays, the dying sound
First sooths, then melts each list'ning spirit round.
Now she breathes the pleasing woe;
Hark! her sounds are soft and slow;
While the tone of languid pleasure
Vibrates soft in Sappho's measure;
Sinking from the arduous strain,
She sighs, nor chants the bleeding plain.
Hark! her sounds are soft and slow;
While the tone of languid pleasure
Vibrates soft in Sappho's measure;
Sinking from the arduous strain,
She sighs, nor chants the bleeding plain.
To gentler love fair Chloe's heart's resign'd,
Lo, on the youth her tender eye reclin'd;
To hear his vows the loud delight is o'er:
Thus Music, hush'd by Love, is heard no more.
Lo, on the youth her tender eye reclin'd;
To hear his vows the loud delight is o'er:
Thus Music, hush'd by Love, is heard no more.
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