Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ODE TO MUSIC: 12, by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL Poet's Biography First Line: Their music ceased, - and rising from the throne Last Line: Hung o'er the flying tones that on the zephyrs stole. Subject(s): Music & Musicians | ||||||||
Their music ceased -- and rising from thy throne, Thou took'st thy harp that on the laurel hung, And bending o'er its chords to try their tone, A faintly trembling murmur o'er them rung: At each sweet sound that broke upon the ear, Started the listening throng, and gazed and smiled; The satyr leaning on his ivy spear, Peeped forth delighted from the flowery wild, And, while thou tunedst the keys, the raptured soul Hung o'er the flying tones that on the zephyrs stole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE POWER OF MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL |
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