A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more

A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.

To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, read more

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but
the saying is true, 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.'

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.

Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.