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No more the soft EOLIAN flute * Breathes thro ' the heart the melting strain ; The
powers of Harmony are mute , And leave the once - delightful plain ; With heavy
wing I see them beat the air , Damp ' d by the leaden hand of comfortless despair
L O ! where the rosy - bosom ' d hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose the
long - expecting flowers , And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her
throat , Responsive to the cuckow ' s note , The The untaught harmony of spring ...
The untaught harmony of spring : While , whisp ' ring pleasure as they fly , Cool
Zephyrs thro ' the clear blue sky Their gather ' d fragrance fling . Where - e ' er the
oak ' s thick branches stretch A broader browner shade ; Where - e ' er the rude ...
And frantic Passions , hear thy soft controul . pomp of di & tion , and luxuriant
harmony of numbers ; as in its more rapid and irresistible course , when swoln
and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous pallions . * Power of harmony to
... and blue - ey ' d. * This is a weak imitation of some beautiful lines in the same
ode . + Power of harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body . With *
Μαρμαρυγας θηείτο ποδών θαύμαζε δε θυμώ . Homer . A PINDARIĆ ODE . 89.
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I can remember my mother reciting Elegy written in a country church-yard - not all of it though. This poem seemed to mean a lot to her. She never reached the line: 'The path of glory leads but to the grave'. レビュー全文を読む