<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dialogue. Lute And Voice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears,<br> And all the eyes of Heaven are turn'd to ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V. Touch thy dead wood, and make each living tree<br> Unchain its feet, take arms, and follow thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> CHORUS.<br> L. Sing. V. Touch. 0 Touch. L. 0 Sing.<br> BOTH. It is the souls, souls sole offering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V. Touch the divinity of thy chords, and make<br> Each heart string tremble, and each sinew shake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L. Whilst with your voyce you rarifie the air,<br> None but an host of angels hover here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> CHORUS. SING, TOUCH, &c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V. Touch thy soft lute, and in each gentle thread<br> The lyon and the panther captive lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L. Sing, and in heav'n inthrone deposed love,<br> Whilst angels dance, and fiends in order move.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> DOUBLE CHORUS.<br> What sacred charm may this then be<br> In harmonie,<br> That thus can make the angels wild,<br> The devils mild,<br> And teach low hell to heav'n to swell,<br> And the high heav'n to stoop to hell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498922" data-title="A Dialogue. Lute And Voice de Richard Lovelace" data-description="L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears, And all the eyes of Heaven are turn'd to ears. V. Touch thy dead wood, and make each living tree Unchain its feet, take arms, and follow thee. CHORUS. L. Sing. V. Touch. 0 Touch. L. 0 Sin..."></div> </div> </div>

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