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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song for St. Cecilia's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony, <br> This universal frame began: <br> When nature underneath a heap <br> Of jarring atoms lay, <br> And could not heave her head, <br>The tuneful voice was heard from high, <br> 'Arise, ye more than dead!' <br>Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, <br> In order to their stations leap, <br> And Music's power obey. <br>From harmony, from heavenly harmony, <br> This universal frame began: <br> From harmony to harmony <br>Through all the compass of the notes it ran, <br>The diapason closing full in Man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What passion cannot Music raise and quell? <br> When Jubal struck the chorded shell, <br> His listening brethren stood around, <br> And, wondering, on their faces fell <br> To worship that celestial sound: <br>Less than a God they thought there could not dwell <br> Within the hollow of that shell, <br> That spoke so sweetly, and so well. <br>What passion cannot Music raise and quell? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The trumpet's loud clangour <br> Excites us to arms, <br> With shrill notes of anger, <br> And mortal alarms. <br> The double double double beat <br> Of the thundering drum <br> Cries Hark! the foes come; <br> Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The soft complaining flute, <br> In dying notes, discovers <br> The woes of hopeless lovers, <br>Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sharp violins proclaim <br> Their jealous pangs and desperation, <br> Fury, frantic indignation, <br> Depth of pains, and height of passion, <br> For the fair, disdainful dame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But O, what art can teach, <br> What human voice can reach, <br> The sacred organ's praise? <br> Notes inspiring holy love, <br> Notes that wing their heavenly ways <br> To mend the choirs above. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Orpheus could lead the savage race; <br> And trees unrooted left their place, <br> Sequacious of the lyre; <br>But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher: <br>When to her organ vocal breath was given, <br> An angel heard, and straight appear'd <br> Mistaking Earth for Heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">GRAND CHORUS. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As from the power of sacred lays <br> The spheres began to move, <br>And sung the great Creator's praise <br> To all the Blest above; <br>So when the last and dreadful hour <br>This crumbling pageant shall devour, <br>The trumpet shall be heard on high, <br>The dead shall live, the living die, <br>And Music shall untune the sky!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Dryden">John Dryden</a><div class=q>
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 This universal frame began: 
 When nature underneath a heap 
 Of jarring atoms lay, 
 And could not heave her head, 
The tuneful voice was heard from high, 
 'Arise, ye more than dead!' 
Then cold, and hot, a..."></div>
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