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Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.
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.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
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.
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.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
