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Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always read more
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always keep us so.
When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raises, holds his ear
To some read more
When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raises, holds his ear
To some bright star in the supremest Round;
Through which, besides the light that's seen
There may be heard, from Heaven within,
The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the song of Selma,
which was sung in my halls read more
O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the song of Selma,
which was sung in my halls of joy, when Fingal, king of shields,
was there, and glowed at the deeds of his fathers.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
He who sings frightens away his ills.
[Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
He who sings frightens away his ills.
[Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
