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He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
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.
Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing read more
Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallow-tree.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
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.