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AN ODE TO MUSIC: 12, by             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.





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