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First Line: How many bards gild the lapses of time
Last Line: Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
Subject(s): Milton, John (1608-1674); Sidney, Sir Philip (1554-1586)


How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy, -- I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
And often, when I sit me down to rhyme,
These will in throngs before my mind intrude:
But no confusion, no disturbance rude
Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime.
So the unnumber'd sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds -- the whisp'ring of the leaves --
The voice of waters -- the great bell that heaves
With solemn sound, -- and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar.





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