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gorically. Invocation to quit superstition, and | From Ida's cloud-topt summit, or the cave
And leave us in a wilderness of woe
Where ease th'oppressive anguish of the mind, THE HARMONY OF MUSIC, `POETRY, AND THE
When Retrospection glows with conscious shame IMITATIVE ARTS.
By grey Experience in the wholesome school Of Harmony, and her celestial pow'r
Of Sorrow tutor'd? Whither shall we fiy? O’er the responsive soul, and whence arise To wilds and woods, and leave the busy world Those sweet sensations, whether from the lays
For solitude? Ah! thither still pursue Of melting music, and impassiop'd verse,
Th’intruding fiends, attend our cvening walk, From mimic scenes of emulative art,
Breathe in each breeze, and murmur in each rill; Or nature's beauteous objects, which affect Where Peace, protected by the turtle wing The moral pow'rs with sympathetic charms,
Of Innocence, expands the lovely bloom The Muse congenial sings.-Descend, ye Nine,
gay Content, no more to be enjoy'd, Who guard th’ Aonian mount, whilst I unfold But lost for ever! Yet benignant Heav'n, The deep recesses of your tuneful haunts,
Correcting with rental pity, sent And from your inmost bow'rs select a bay This friendly siren from the groves of Joy, To deck the fav'rite theme. Do thou attend, To temper with mellifluent strains the voice Thou, wbom Lucretius to his great design
Of mental Anguish, and attune the groans Invok'd; and with thee bring thy darling son,
Of young Impatience, to the softer sound Who tun'd Anacreon's lyre, to guide my hand,
Of grateful Pæans to its Maker's praise. Advent'rous rais'd to sweep harmonious chords. Alike, if ills external, made our own, Come all ye sons of liberty, who wake
Mix in the cup of life the bitter drop From dreams of superstition, where the soul Of sorrow; when the childless father sighs Thro' mists of forc'd belief, but dimly views from the remembrance of his dying son; Its own gréat Maker; come, and I will guide, When Death has sever'd, with a long farewel, Uninterrupted by the jargon shriil
The lover from the object of desire, Of peevish priests, your footsteps to the throne In the full bloom of youth, and leaves the wretch, Where pleasure reigns with reason, to behold To sooth affliction in the well-known scenes His majesty celestial, and adore
Of blameless rapture once; uncouth Advice Him thro'cach object of proportion fair,
In vain intrudes with sacerdotal frown, The source of virtue, harmony, and bliss !
And Superstition's jargon, to expel Ere this delightful face of things adorn'd The sweet distress; the gen'rous soul disdains, The great expanse of day, dark Chaos reign'd, Deaf to such monkish precepts, all constraint, And elemental Discord; in the womb
And gives a loose to grief; but straight apply Of ancient Night, the war of atoms rag'd
The lenient force of numbers, they'll assuage Incessant; Anarchy, Confusion wild,
By calm degrees the sympathetic pain, Harsh Dissonance, and Uproar fill'd the whole; Till lulld at length, the intellectual pow'rs Till that Eternal One, who from the first Existed, sent his plastic word abroad
reserved for Copernicus so many ages after. Nor Throughout the vast abyss: created worlds was this sentiment of his unknown to the rest of F.It the sweet impuise, and obedient fled
the philosopliers: for the Stagyrite, in the 15th To stations ascertain'd; there to perform chapter of the 2d book arepi Oupays, speaks of it in Tbeir various motions, corresponding all
these terms. “Those philosophers, who are called To one harmonious plan, which faulers feign Pythagoreans, affirm, that the Sun is in the midThe mystic music of the distant spheres.
dle; and that the Earth, like the rest of the planets, All this the Samian sage' had seen at large, rolls round it upon its own axis, and so forms the
day and night." 1 It is very ev dent that Pythagoras, who is 3 The number of the planets. justly esteenied in one respeci the inventor of mu- Παντες δ' επίαπονοιο λυρης φθογΓοισι συναδες sic, had a clear notion of the present astronoinical
Αρμογεην προσεχεσι διαςας αλλος απ' αλλο. system, though the honour of the discovery was
Alex. Ephes, apud Heracl. de Hon.
Sink to divine repose, and rage no more.
Breathesam'rous airs, touch'd by the love-sick swain, So when descended rains from Alpine rocks Mute is each hill and dale; the list’ning herds s Burst forth in diff'rent torrents, down they rush Express their joy irrational (as erst Precipitate, and o'er the crazgy steep
When Fauns and Dryads follow'd ancient Pan Hoarse roaring bear the parted soil away; In festive dance.) Ask you, from whence arise Anon, collected on the smoother plains,
These grateful signs of pleasure in the gaze Glide to the channel of some ancient flood,
Of list'ning flocks at music's dulcet lore? And flow one silent stream. This oft I felt, From whence, but from responsive notes within When, wand'ring thro' the unfrequented woods, Of Harmony celestial, which inspires Mourning for poor Ardelia's hapless fate,
Each animal, thro' all the spacious tracts Thee, my belov'd Melodius, I have heard
Of earth, and air, and water, from the large In silent rapture all the live-long day.
Unwieldly elephant, to th’unseen mote, Tho'black Despair sate brooding o'er my thoughts That futters in the Sun's meridian beam. Pregnant with horror, thy Platonic lay
See! round that frayrantrose, whose sweetsperfume Dispell’d th’unmanly sorrows, and again
The tinctur'd pinions of the passing breeze, Led forth my vagrant fancy thro' the plan
How bees laborious gather! from each hive Of Nature, studious to explore with thee
The dusky myriads swarm, to taste the dew, Each beauteous scene of musical delight,
Just sprinkled from Aurora's golden plumes, Which bears fraternal likeness to the soul. Ambrosializ'd within its dulcet leaves,
Is there a passion”, whose impetuous force And sweets distilling like Arabian gums
Luxurious plenty sois the fatal seed
And fight domestic; to the fields of air
Recal harmonious love and gentle peace Joins in her wailing, dost not th partake Back to their ancient seats; the friendly swarms A melancholy pleasure? And tho' rage
Sudden in reunited clusters join, Did lead thee forth beneath the silent gloom Pendent on neighb'ring sallows; nought is heard To meditate on hurrour and revenge,
But notes reciprocal of bliss sincere, Thy soften’d soul is gently sooth'd within, Soft breathing thro' each amicable live. And, humaniz'd again by Pity's voice,
Now to the Muse sublimer objects turn; Becomes as tender as the gail-less dove.
For mind alone can feel th’ effect divine Nor is the tuneful blessing here confin'd
Of emulative art, where human skill To cure distemper'd passions, and aliay
Strals with a Promethean band the fire
Of Heav'n, to imitate celestial pow'r.
Breathes O'er the soul diviner airs than those By riot shatter'd, or the casual lot
By Grecian fablers sung, which from the bauks Of sickness witherd. When th’ harmonious plan of famd Elysium waft on bappy shades Of inward beauty ceases, oft the lute,
Their grateful influence, in sequester'd bow'rs By soft vibrations on responsive nerves,
The pow'r of Art resides: Reflection firm, Has reconcil'd, by medicinal sounds,
And vagrant Fancy at her gov'reign nod Corporeal Chaos to its pristine form.
Attendant wait; behind th' ideal train Such is the fabled charm Italians boast
Of Memory, with retrospective eye To cure that insect's venotn, which benumbs Supports her throne, whilst Contemplation guides By fatal touch the frozen veins, and lulls
Her trophied car. Thro' Nature's various paths, The senses in oblivion: when the barp,
Alike, where slows the blossom'd pride of May, Sonorous, thro' the patient's bosom pours
Or where bleak Winter from the widow'd shrubs Its antidotal potes, the flood of life,
Strips the gay verdure, and invests the boughs Loos’d at its source by tepefying strains,
With spowy horrour; where delicious streams Flows like some frozen silver stream unthaw'd Thro' flow'ry meadows seek their wanton course; At a warm zephyr of the genial spring.
Or where on Afric's unfrequented coasts Doubt you those charms of music o'er the soul | The dreary desert burns; where e'er the ray Of man? Behold! e'en brute creation feels 4 Of beauty gilds the scene, or where the cloud Its pow'r divine! For when the liquid fute Of horrour casts its shade; she unrestraiu'd
Explores, and in her faithful mirror bears 3 Spirto ba' ben dissonante, anima sorde, The sweet resemblance, to revive the soul, Che dal concerto universal discorda.
When absence from the sight for ever tears L'Adone del Marino, Cant. sett. 4 See the surprising effects of music related s For do but note a wild and wanton herd, by Plato, Aristotle, Theophrastus, Polybius, and Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, &c. other ancient authors.
Shakesp. Merchant of Venice.
The source of rapture. Hence the tablet glows As the known imitation shall succeed,
As on the dimple of Pancaste's check,
Drops from th’afflicted parent's joyless eye, And calls up every passion from its source. Not less delightful to th'attentive gaze
Is love the object of thy glowing thoughts? Of fixt examination, than the smiles Or dream'st thou of a bliss exceeding far
Of infant Cupids sporting thro' the groves, Elysian pleasures? Would'st thou taste again Where Venus sleeping lies. From nature for d, The heart-enfeebling transports, when the soul, The just resemblance from consenting thought Big with celestial triumph, thro' the vales Applause demands; and Fancy's ravish'd eye Of ain'rous Fancy led the sportive Hours
Sports o'er the painted surge, whose billows roll To soft Idalian airs, whilst wanton Loves
Tempestuous to the sky, with equal bliss, Strew'd round thee roses of eternal bloom,
As o'er the marble surface of the deep, And fann'd the sultry breeze with golden plumes ? When mild Favonius from the western isles, See! where, beneath a myrtle bow'r reclin'd, With youthful Spring flies gladsome o'er the main, Which on the canvas casts its cooling sbade, To seek bis gentle May; while Proteus rests Encircled in each other's arms, yon beauteous pair Deep in his ouzy bed, and halcyons call, Ju dalcet dalliance lie; the rigid frown
Secure of peace, their new-fledg'd young abroad. Of Çare ne'er low'rs, but ever cheerful smiles External matter thus by art is wrought, Effuse, like vernal suns, their genial beams Or with the pencil or the chissel's touch, Towarm their mutual hearts; whilst rapt'rous sighs, To give us back the image of the mind, Sweeter tbau aromatic winds wbich blow
Which snuiles to find its own conceptions there. O'er spicy groves in intermingled gales,
But can she draw the tenderness of thought?
But burns thy heart with uiore refip'd delight? And all th' internal train of sweet distress,
Returus afresh; wbile from the streaming eyes
Bursts forth a flood of unavailing tears, Descending in effulgent rays of light,
Of parting tears, ere yet they close the tomb?
That Flora lavishes in vernal hours
Where Plutus reigns, can she select a bloom
To emulate the patriot's bosom, when the wealth Its drooping head. But see! how he revives Of nations, all imperial pomp is scorn'd, With unexpected hopes her tortur'd breast, And tyrants frown in vain, yet to the last And joy's soft blush appears! So the bless'd wings He breathes the social sigh, and even in death Of western zephyrs, o'er Arabian coasts,
With blessing ou bis native country calls !-Sprinkle their heav'nly dew; the wither'd plants That only to the Muse belongs, to show Incline their sun-parch'd bosoms to imbibe How charms each moral beauty, how the scene The renovating moisture, till anon
Of goodness pleases the responsive soul, The pristine bloom thro' vegetative pores And sooths within the intellectual pow'rs Returning, smiles in ev'ry tlow'ry vale,
With sympathetic order. For at tirst,
Such groups as these instruct th’unbiass'd nind Unsullied glows, till o'er th’etherial rays
The mental optics with a jaundice hue;
Each object, as the bellish artist wills,
A shape fallacious wears.-- throng, ye youth, Of public hobour, whilst his sacred bust
Around the poet's song, whose sacred lays Is still preserv'd for nations yet unborn
Breathe no infectious vapours from the coasts, To view with adoration; every breast
Where Indolence supinely nods at ease, Feels emulative spirits burn within,
And ofiers to the passing crowd her couch And longs to join the honour'd list of fame. Of down, whilst infant vices lull the mind
Yet still ber influence is not less confessid To fatal slumbers; other themes invite In other forms, to raise abhorrence fierce,
My faithful band to strike the votive lyre. To paint in hideous shapes the crew of Vice, Lo! Virtue comes in more effulgent pomp, And all her train of sure-attending woes.
Than what the great impostor promis'd oft These objects have their diff'rent graces too, To cheated crowds of Mussulmen, beside And glow, if faithful, thro' the mimic scenes The winey rivers and refreshing shades With charms peculiar. For perfection sitso, Of Paradise; and lo! the dastard train
Of pleasure disappears. So fleet the shades, 6 See the reason in Aristotle assigned, why the mind is as much delighted with aptness of descrip-scription. Arist. de Poet. cap. 4. So Plutarch tion to excite the image, as with the image in de- de Aud. Poet. See his Symp. lib. 5.
That wander in the dreary gloom of night, Or, humbler seated, in the blushing rose,
In venerable ivy: hail, thrice hail,
Ye solitary seats, where Wisdom 'seeks
Beauty and Good, th' unseparable pair,
Sweet offspring of the sky, those emblems fair
And all the wide effulgence of the day.
From him begins this beam of gay delight,
In him shall end; for he attun'd the frame
Of passive organs with internal sense,
To feel an instantaneous glow of joy,
When Beauty from her native seat of Heay'a,
Cloth'd in etherial mildness, on our plains
nal objects analogous to them. The seats of can view the form divine; and thro’ the world
Spontaneous off'rings of unfeigned love
In silent praises. And shall man alone,
Shall man with blind ingratitude neglect
His Maker's bounty? Shall the lap of Sloth,
With soft insensibility compose
His useless soul, whilst unregarded blooms
The blushing Morn, and o'er the smiling globe,
With Flora join'd, flies gladsome to the bow'r, Sweet Innocence, and snowy-winged Hope,
Where with the Graces, and Idalian Loves,
Her sister Beauty dwells. The glades expand
The blossom'd fragrance of their new-blown pride,
With gay profusion; and the flow'ry lawns
Breathe forth ambrosial odours; whilst behind,
Pursues the triumph, and responsive airs
Symphonious warble thro' the vocal groves,
Till playful Echo, in each hill and dale,
Joins the glad chorus, and improves the lay.
First o'er yon complicated landscape cast O'er Asia's kingdoms.-To each nat'ral scene
Th'enraptur'd eye, where, thro' the subject plains,
Slow with unajestic pride a spacious flood
Devolves his lordly stream; with many a turn
Seeking along his serpentizing way,
And in the grateful intricacies feeds
With fruitful waves those ever-smiling shores,
Ye fields and woods, and silver winding streams, ther in nature or morals, gives an immediate
pleasure, exclusive of reflection : nor, as beauty is Where faithful Echo dwells; ye mansions blest not vague and unsettled, but fixt to a proper criWhere Nature reigns throughout the wide expanse, terion, are we left indifferent; but led naturally to In majesty serene of opening Heav'n;
embrace it, by that propensity the divine Author
of all things implanted in us. See the Charac* Natural objects, which produce in the mind teristics, and An Enquiry into the Origin of our such images.
Ideas of Beauty and Virtue,
Which in the floating mirror view their charms Where Youth administers the sprightly bowl With conscious glory; from the neigh'bring urns Of care-beguiling Mirth; and bark! the sound Th’inferior rivers swell his regal pomp
Of sportive Laughter, to the native home Witb tributary off’ripgs. Some afar
Of silent Night, with all her meagre crew Thro' silent osiers, and the sullen green
Chaces abhorred Grief. Prepare the songs Of niournful willows, melancholy flow:
Of mental triumph; let the jocund harp Some o'er the rattling pebbles, to the Sun In correspondent notes deceive the bours, Obvious, with colourd rays refracted, shine And Merriment with Love shall sport around. Like gems which sparkle on th' exalted crowns But what perceive we in those dusky groves, Of kings barbaric: others headlong fall
Where cypress with funereal borrour shades From a high precipice, whose awful brow, Some rain'd tomb; where deadly hemloc chills Fring'd with a sable wood, nods dreadful o'er Th’unfruitful glebe, and sweating yews distil The deep below, which spreads its wat'ry lap linmedicable poison? In those plains, To catch the gushing homage, then proceeds Black Melancholy dwells with silent Fear, With richer waves than those Pactolus erst And Superstition fierce, the foulest fiend Pour'i o'er his golden sands; or yellow Po, That ever sullied light. Here frantic Woe9 Ting'd with the tears of aromatic trees.
Tears her dishevelld hair; here pale Disease Then at a distance, thro' the parted cliffs Hangs down her sickly head; and Death, behind, In unconfiad perspective send thy gaze,
With sable curtains of eternal night, Discaining limit, o'er the green expanse
Closes the ghastly prospect.
-From the good Oi oceani, swelling his cerulean tide,
Far be this horrid group! the foot of Peace Whilst on th' unruMed bosom of the deep
And Innocence should tread the bless'd retreat A halcyon stillness reigns; the boist'rous winds, Of pleasant Tempe, or the flow'ry field Husht in Ævlian caves, are lullid to rest,
Of Enda, glowing with unfading bloom, And leave the placid main without a wave.
Responsive to the moral charms withiu. E'en western Zephyrs, like unfrighted doves, Those horrid realms let guilty villains haunt, Skim gently o'er with reverential awe,
Who rob the orphan, or the sacred trust Nor move their silent plumes. At such a time Of friendship break; the wretch who never felt Sweet Amphitrite, with her azure train
Stream from his eye the comfortable balm, Of marine nymplis, emerging from the flood, Which social Sorrow mixes with her tears; Whilst ev'ry Triton tun'd his vocal shell
Such suit their minds. There let the tyrant howl, To hymeneal sounds, from Nereus' court
And Hierarchy, ministress abhorr'd Came to espouse the monarch of the main, Of Pow'r illicit, bound with iron chains In nuptial pomp attir'd... Now change the scene, She made for Liberty and Justice, gnash Nor less admire those things, which viewd apart Her foaming teeth, and bite the scourge in vain. Unicouth appear, or horrid; ridges black
Or when the stillness of the grey-ey'd Eve, Of shagged rocks, which hang tremendous o'er Brok'ı only by the beetle's drowsy hum, Some barren heath; the congregated clouds luvites us forth to solitary vales, Which spread their sable skirts, and wait the wind Where awful ruins on their mossy roofs To burst th’embosom’d storm; a leafless wood, Denote the flight of Time; the pausing eye A mould'ring ruin, lightning-blasted fields, Sluw round the gloomy regions casts its glance, Nay, e'en the seat where Desolation reigus Whilst from within the intellectual pow'rs, In brownest horror, by familiar thought
With melancholy pleasure on the brow Connected to this universal frane,
Of thoughtful adıniration fix the sign With equal beauty charms the tasteful soul, Of guiltless transport; not with frantic noise, As the gold landscapes of the happy isles
Nor the rude laughter of an idiot's joy; Crown'd with Hesperian fruit : for Nature form’d But with the smiles that Wisdom, temp'ring oft One plan entire, and made each sep'rate scene With sweet Content, effuses. Here the mind, Co-op'rate with the gen'ral force of all
Lullid by the sacred silence of the place,
Of Grecian sages; to the list ning ear
9 The ancients, who had always this analogy With their own likeness; the responsive soul, between natural and moral objects in view, imaCameleon like, a just resemblance bears,
gined every gloomy place like this to be inhabited And faithful, as the silent mirror, shows
by such personages. Creon, in the Clipus of In its true bosom, whether from without
Seneca, after he has described-procul ab urbe A blooming Paradise smiles round the land, jucus ilicibus niger, goes on to relate what he sae Or Stygian darkness blots the realms of day. there by the power of necromancy. Say, when the siniling face of youthful May
cæcus furor Invites soft Zephyr to her fragrant lap,
Horrorque, & una quidquid æternæ oreant And Phæbus wantons on the glitt'ring streams, Celantque tenebræ; luctus evelleus comam, Glows not thy blood with unaccustom'd joy, Ægreque lassum sustinens morbus caput, And love unfelt before? Methinks the train
Gravis senectus sibimet, & pendens metus. Of fair Euphrosyné, heart-easing Smiles,
And to objects of a different nature, we give the Hope, and her brother Love, and young Delight, moral epithets of gay, lively, cheerful, &c. beCome to invite me to ambrosial feasts,
cause the mind is so affected,