Part 42

ROGERS--Italy.

7. When soft music comes to thine ear, as thou liest at night, thine eyes half closed in sleep, and thy soul as a stream flowing at pleasant sounds. It is like the rising breeze that whirls at first the thistle's beard, then flies dark-shadowy over the grass.

OSSIAN.

8. Kissing cymbals making merry din.

KEATS.

9. Merry cricket, twittering thing! How you love to hear it sing! Chirping tenant, child of mirth, Minstrel of the poor man's hearth.

ELIZA COOK.

10. The wild enchanting horn! Whose music up the deep and dewy air, Swells to the clouds, and calls on echo there, Till a new melody is born.

GRENVILLE MELLEN.

11. Soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse; Such as meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked with sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the cords that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

MILTON--L'Allegro.

12. Words to the witches in Macbeth unknown; Hydraulics, hydrostatics, and pneumatics, Chlorine, and iodine, and ærostatics.

HALLECK.

13. The light guitar; Its holiest time the evening star, When liquid voices echo far.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

14. Cataracts that blow their trumpets from the steep!

WORDSWORTH.

15. Through your very heart it thrilleth, When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth.

TENNYSON.

16. The cricket's chirp, and the answer shrill Of the gauze-winged katydid.

J. R. DRAKE.

17. Naught as the music of praise and prayer Is half so sweet.

BOWRING.

18. Notes heard far off; so far, as but to seem Like the faint exquisite music of a dream.

MOORE.

19. A solemn dirge; now swelling high In lofty strains, and now in cadence soft, Seeming to die away upon the ear; Then swelling loud again, reaching the skies, As if to mingle with the music there.

MRS. DANA.

20. Distance-mellow'd song, From bowers of merriment.