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...cannot Music raise and quell ? Whatpassion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...thundering 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...

...trumpets ; some are sweet as children's talk ; others rich as a mother's answering back. 2. A DRUM. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering...come : Charge, charge ! 't is too late to retreat. 3. WAR AND PEACE. The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar, All now was turned to jollity and game....

...so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? 3. The trumpets loud clangor 2c, Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And...The double double double beat Of the thundering drum -o Cries, heark : the foes come ! Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat ! 4The soft complaining...

...trumpets ; some are sweet as children's talk ; others rich as a mother's answering back. 2. A DRUM. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, Hark ! the foes come : Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat. 3. WAR AND PEACE. The bra/.en throat of war had ceased to roar, All now was...

...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? }4 dram Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, Ч is too late to retreat. The soft complaining...

...spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? 3 The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...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...discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury,...

...sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Kxcites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal...drum Cries ' Hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat 1' The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute....