 | The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne |  |
Mira singing.
The Sirens, once deluded, vainly charm'd,
Ty'd to the Mast, Ulysses sail'd unharm'd;
Had Mira's Voice entic'd his list'ning Ear,
The Greek had stopt, and would have dy'd to hear.
When Mira sings, we seek th'enchanting Sound,
And bless the Notes that do so sweetly wound.
What Musick needs must dwell upon that Tongue,
Whose Speech is tuneful as another's Song!
Such Harmony! such Wit! a Face so fair!
So many pointed Arrows who can bear?
Who from her Wit, or from her Beauty flies,
If with her Voice she overtakes him, dies.
Ty'd to the Mast, Ulysses sail'd unharm'd;
Had Mira's Voice entic'd his list'ning Ear,
The Greek had stopt, and would have dy'd to hear.
When Mira sings, we seek th'enchanting Sound,
And bless the Notes that do so sweetly wound.
What Musick needs must dwell upon that Tongue,
Whose Speech is tuneful as another's Song!
Such Harmony! such Wit! a Face so fair!
So many pointed Arrows who can bear?
Who from her Wit, or from her Beauty flies,
If with her Voice she overtakes him, dies.
Like Soldiers so in Battle we succeed,
One Peril 'scaping, by another bleed;
In Vain the Dart, or glitt'ring Sword we shun,
Condemn'd to perish by the slaught'ring Gun.
One Peril 'scaping, by another bleed;
In Vain the Dart, or glitt'ring Sword we shun,
Condemn'd to perish by the slaught'ring Gun.
| The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | |