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VGW(RI.774.009
10 Feb 1774:22 (405)
ON MUSIC.
Descend, my muse, on airy wings sublime,
With stile exalted, and majestic thought;
Bright fancy bring, with easy wit, to trace
With solid judgment, link'd with care, the praise
Of Music. Your aid, bright Goddess, lend, with
Ev'ry stroke harmonious; strike the ear
With melody of sound, its worth to tell.
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Then the brisk airs, cotillions, and duets,
Sonatas, allemandas, and the like,
From her gloomy seat plucks melancholy,
And on her brow it seats the smile of mirth.
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