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Murder may pass uppunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o’ertake the crime. 3392
Dryden : Cock and Fox. Line 285. Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies : The gods on murd'rers fix revengeful eyes. 3393
Chapman : Widow's Tears. Act v. Sc. 1. MUSE — see Poetry.
O for a muse of fire, that would ascend
Shaks.: Henry V. Act i. Chorns. MUSIC – see Bells, Discord, Singing.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
Shaks. : Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. 5. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. 3397
Shaks. : Mer. of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moy'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. 3398
Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act v. Sc. l. Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones; Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. 3399
Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act. iii. Sc. 2. When griping griefs the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. 3400
Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iv. Sc. 5.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. 3401
Keats : Eve of St. Agnes. St. 3
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Keats :. Ode on a Grecian Urn.
Milton : Comus. Line 244 Music can noble hints impart, Engender fury, kindle love; With unsuspected eloquence can move, And manage all the man with secret art. 3404
Addison : Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak; I've read that things inanimate have mov'd, And, as with living souls, have been inform’d, By magic numbers and persuasive sound. 3405
Congreve : Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. Music's force can tame the furious beast; Can make the wolf or foaming boar restrain His rage; the lion drop his crested mane Attentive to the song. 3406
Prior : Solomon. Bk. ii. Line 67 By music, minds an equal temper know, Nor swell too high, nor sink too low : If in the breast tumultuous joys arise, Music her soft, assuasive voice applies; Or, when the soul is press'd with cares, Exalts her in enliv’ning airs. 3407
Pope : Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. St. 2 Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please; Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. 3408
Pope: Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. St. 7. Music resembles poetry; in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. 3409
Pope : E. on Criticism. Pt. i. Line 143.
Some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. 3410
Pope : E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 142.
We know they music made
Jean Ingelow: A Cottage in a Chine, St 9
Collins : The Passions. Line 1. O Music, sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid ! 3413
Collins : The Passions. Line 95. There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. 3414
Couper : Task. Bk. vi. Line 1. There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; Their earth is but an echo of the spheres. 3415
Byron : Don Juan. Canto xv. St. 5. Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto Wish'd him five fathom under the Rialto. 3416
Byron: Beppo. St. 32. 6. This must be the music,” said he, “ of the spears, For I'm cursed if each note of it doesn't run through one." 3417
Moore: Fudge Family. Letter v. Music!-0! how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship's balmy words may feignLove's are even more false than they; Oh! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray. 3418
Moore : Irish Melodies. On Music. The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly — pour A thousand melodies unheard before. 3419
Rogers: Human Life. Line 362
There is a sadness in sweet sound
T. B. Aldrich : Two Songs from the Persian
E. C. Stedman : Pan in Wall Street St. 10. The silent organ loudest chants The master's requiem. 3422
Emerson : Dirge Music (which is earnest of a heaven, Seeing we know emotions strange by it, Not else to be revealed) is as a voice, A low voice calling fancy, as a friend, To the green woods in the gay summer time; And she fills all the way with dancing shapes, Which have made painters pale, and they go on While stars look at them, and winds call to them, As they leave life's path.for the twilight world Where the dead gather.
Robert Browning : Pauline. Line 365. See to the desk Apollo's sons repair :Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair; In unison their various tones to tune, Murmurs the hautboy, growls the hoarse bassoon ; In soft vibrations sighs the whispering lute; Twang goes the harpsichord, too-too, the flute; Brays the loud trumpet; squeaks the fiddle sharp; Winds the French-horn; and twangs the tingling harp. 3424 Jas. & Horace Smith : Rejected Addresses. The Theatre.
[Line 512. Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, Expels diseases, softens every pain, Subdues the rage of poison and the plague. 3425
Armstrong : Art of Preserving Health MUTABILITY - see Age, Mortality, Vicissitude.
Thus, sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
Shaks. : 2 Henry VI. Act ii. Sc. 4
Shelley: Misc. Poems. Mutability
The myrtle (ensign of supreme command,
(whom a Lady had gicen a Sprig of Myrtle.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 2
Corper: Task. Bk. vi. Line 101. Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name? 3431
Campbell: Pl. of Hope. Pt. ii. Line 5 Oh, never breathe a lost one's name To those who call'd that one their own; It only stirs the smouldering flame That burns upon a charnel-stone.
3432 Eliza Cook: Oh, Vecer Breathe a Dead One's Name NAPLES. Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure. 3433
Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Death NAPOLEON.
Where is he, the champion and the child
Byron : Age of Bronze. St. 3. NARCISSU3.
Narcissus is the glory of his race;
Young : Love of Fame. Satire iv. Line 85
Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iii. Sc. 3