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AN ODE TO MUSIC: 7, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: But oh melpomene! Thy lyre of woe
Last Line: To infant softness sunk, as breathed thy mournful lay.
Subject(s): Music & Musicians


But oh Melpomene! thy lyre of woe --
To what a mournful pitch its keys were strung,
And when thou badest its tones of sorrow flow,
Each weeping Muse, enamored, o'er thee hung:
How sweet -- how heavenly sweet, when faintly rose
The song of grief, and at its dying close
The soul seemed melting in the trembling breast;
The eye in dews of pity flowed away,
And every heart, by sorrow's load opprest,
To infant softness sunk, as breathed thy mournful lay.







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