...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell? 4. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum, Cries, " Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat." 6. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hapless...

...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell I xn. The trumpet's loud clangor * Excites us to arms, With...double double beat Of the thundering drum " Cries, hark I the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too lato to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes...

...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation, Fury, frantic...

...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Muaic raise and quell ? 3. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum Cries : Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. 4. The soft complaining flute In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless...

...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What' passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes some ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers...

...double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In...discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, • Whose dirge ia whisper'd by the warbling lute. r Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury,...

...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...drum Cries " Hark ! the foes come : Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!' The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless...

...no disgust is felt by the general ear. t Dryden is not careful to favour any such superstition : ' ' The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...double double double beat Of the thundering drum," etc. we have seen him fain to keep asunder: "Sneereth* the trumpet, and stampeth the drum." In his...

...trie TIiunder"ing drum ^ 30 CrteSj hark I th^ fifes mine ; Charge, cHarge, 'tis ftk>Tate to retreat. 4 The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, 35 Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. 5 Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and...

...the'hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? it with tears, I 've embalmed it with sighs. 'T is bound by a thous auger, And mortal alarms, The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes...