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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love and Music. Written at Oxford, When Young</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall Love alone for ever claim<br>An universal right to fame,<br>An undisputed sway?<br>Or has not Music equal charms,<br>To fill the breast with strange alarms,<br>And make the world obey?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Thracian bard, as poets tell,<br>Could mitigate the powers of hell,<br>Even Pluto's nicer ear:<br>His arts, no more than Love's, we find<br>To deities or men confined,<br>Drew brutes in crowds to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever favourite passion reign'd,<br>The poet still his right maintain'd<br>O'er all that ranged the plain:<br>The fiercer tyrants could assuage,<br>Or fire the timorous into rage,<br>Whene'er he changed the strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In milder lays the bard began;<br>Soft notes through every finger ran,<br>And echoing charm'd the place:<br>See! fawning lions gaze around,<br>And, taught to quit their savage sound,<br>Assume a gentler grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Cymon view'd the fair one's charms,<br>Her ruby lips, and snowy arms,<br>And told her beauties o'er:<br>When Love reform'd his awkward tone,<br>And made each clownish gesture known,<br>It show'd but equal power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bard now tries a sprightlier sound,<br>When all the feather'd race around<br>Perceived the varied strains;<br>The soaring lark the note pursues;<br>The timorous dove around him coos,<br>And Philomel complains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An equal power of Love I've seen,<br>Incite the deer to scour the green,<br>And chase his barking foe.<br>Sometimes has Love, with greater might,<br>To challenge-nay-sometimes-to fight,<br>Provoked the enamour'd beau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Silvia treads the smiling plain,<br>How glows the heart of every swain,<br>By pleasing tumults tost!<br>When Handel's solemn accents roll,<br>Each breast is fired, each raptured soul<br>In sweet confusion lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she her melting glances dart,<br>Or he his dying airs impart,<br>Our spirits sink away.<br>Enough, enough! dear nymph, give o'er;<br>And thou, great artist! urge no more<br>Thy unresisted sway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus Love or Sound affects the mind:<br>But when their various powers are join'd,<br>Fly, daring mortal, fly!<br>For when Selinda's charms appear,<br>And I her tuneful accents hear-<br>I burn, I faint, I die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a><div class=q>
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An universal right to fame,
An undisputed sway?
Or has not Music equal charms,
To fill the breast with strange alarms,
And make the world obey?

The Thracian bard, as poets tell,
Could mitigate the powers of hell,
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