Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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STANZAS ON HEARING A YOUNG LADY PERFORM On the Piano Forte. |
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STANZAS ON HEARING A YOUNG LADY PERFORM On the Piano Forte.
Had Orpheus heard thy dulcet lays,
Raised from the mild piano's tone,
He'd torn from off his head the bays,
And drown'd his lute in Helicon.
Raised from the mild piano's tone,
He'd torn from off his head the bays,
And drown'd his lute in Helicon.
Or had old Jubal, sire in yore,
Dream'd that, on time's remotest shore,
Thus flourish would his ancient lore,
He'd almost died in ecstacy.
Dream'd that, on time's remotest shore,
Thus flourish would his ancient lore,
He'd almost died in ecstacy.
Euphrosyne's sweet daughter fair,
Who canst dispel corrosive care,
May sorrow's cloudy atmosphere
Ne'er dim thy realms of harmony.
Who canst dispel corrosive care,
May sorrow's cloudy atmosphere
Ne'er dim thy realms of harmony.
Hail to the day the fate of things
Gave thee to sweep along the strings,
Whence ever-pleasing solace rings
To gild woe's gloomy canopy.
Gave thee to sweep along the strings,
Whence ever-pleasing solace rings
To gild woe's gloomy canopy.
Thine is the power to charm the ear,
The care-pervaded soul to cheer,
To wipe from languor's eye the tear,
By thy enchanting minstrelsy.
The care-pervaded soul to cheer,
To wipe from languor's eye the tear,
By thy enchanting minstrelsy.
Ne'er rang in famed Arcadia's clime
Such strains as from thy wires do chime,
To waft the mind, on wing sublime,
Through fancy's florid scenery.
Such strains as from thy wires do chime,
To waft the mind, on wing sublime,
Through fancy's florid scenery.
Long be the time before thy hand
Forego to raise such concord grand,
And join the bright angelic band
In the realms of bless'd eternity.
Forego to raise such concord grand,
And join the bright angelic band
In the realms of bless'd eternity.
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