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COMBINATIONS OF VERSES. 101
While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round, Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound :
And he, amidst his frolic play,
As it he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
O Music 1 sphere-descended maid, Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid ! Why, goddess ! why, to us denied, Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside ? As in that loved Athenian bower, You learn an all-commanding power; Thy mimic soul, O nymph endeared Can well recall what then it heard, Where is thy native simple heart, Devote to virtue, fancy, art ? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm, energic, chaste, sublime ! Thy wonders in that godlike age Fill thy recording sister's page— 'Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail. Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all that charms this laggard age Even all at once together found, Cecilia's mingled world of sound. Oil, bid our vain endeavours cease, Revive the just designs of Greece ; Return in all thy simple state ; Confirm the tales her sons relate.