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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode For St. Cecilia's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Prepare the hallow'd strain, My Muse,<br>Thy softest sounds and sweetest numbrs chuse;<br>the bright Cecilia's praise rehearse,<br>In warbling words,a nd glittering verse,<br>that smootly run into a song,<br>and gently die away,and melt upon the tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. <br>First let the sprightly violin<br>The joyful melody begin,<br>And none of all her strings be mute,<br>while the sharp sound and shriller lay<br>In sweet harmonious notes decay,<br>Soften and mellow'd by the flute.<br>'The Flute that sweetly can complain,<br>'Disolve the frozen nymph's disdain;<br>'Panting sympathy impart,<br>'Till she partake of her lover's smart.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C H O R U S. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. <br>Next, let the solemn organ join<br>Religious airs, and strains divine,<br>Such as may lift us to the skies,<br>And set all heaven before our eyes:<br>'Such as may lift us to the skies;<br>'So far at least till they<br>'Descend with kind surprise.<br>'And meet our pious harmony half-way.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Let then the trumpet's piersing sound<br>Our ravish'd ears with pleasure wound: <br>The Soul o'er-powering with delight,<br>As, with a quick uncommon ray,<br>A streak of lightning clears the day,<br>And flashes on the sight.<br>Let echo too perform her part,<br>Prolonging every note with art,<br>And in a low expiring strain<br>Play all the concert o'er again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Such were the tuneful notes that hung<br>On bright Cecilia's charming tongue: <br>Notes that sacred heats inspir'd,<br>and with religious ardour fir'd:<br>The love-sick youth, that long suppress'd<br>His smother'd passion in hisbreast,<br>No sooner heard the warbling dame,<br>But, by the secret influence turn'd,<br>He felt a new diviner flame,<br>And with devotion burn'd.<br>With ravish'd soul,a nd looks amaz'd,<br>Upon her beauteous face he gaz'd; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor made his amorous complaint:<br>In vain her eyes his heart had charm'd.<br>Her heavenly voice her eyes disarm'd,<br>And chang'd the lover to a saint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">G R A N D C H O R U S.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI. <br>And how the choir compleat rejoices,<br>With trembling strings and melting voices,<br>The tuneful ferment rises high,<br>And works with mingled melody:<br>Quick divisions run their rounds,<br>A thousand trills and quivering sounds </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In airy circles o'er us fly.<br>Till wafted by a gentle breeze,<br>They faint and languish by degrees,<br>And at a distance die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Addison">Joseph Addison</a><div class=q>
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Prepare the hallow'd strain, My Muse,
Thy softest sounds and sweetest numbrs chuse;
the bright Cecilia's praise rehearse,
In warbling words,a nd glittering verse,
that smootly run into a song,
and gently die away,and melt upon the tongue.

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