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VGW(RI.769.072
6 Jul 1769:31 (165)
. . . hearing a young lady play on the harpsichord, a few
days since in this city, induced me to write. [signed]
Amintor.
What raptures does in music's charms combine
To melt the soul with pleasure all divine?
Th'inspiring sounds with gladness fill the breast,
And drives fell sorrow from the mind distress'd;
Whene'er inclin'd to cheerful mirth an hour,
Thy bliss, oh music! is within our pow'r;
How much superior to vain idle joys
Of drinking, rioting, unmanly noise?
If fair Lavinia false, inconstant prove,
By music strive to mitigate your love;
If absent from your Delia you will find,
Music the charm, to still your restless mind;
Music force, to make a savage tame,
And with its joys can soften all his frame,
Reverse his nature from the bold and fierce,
And ev'ry furious warlike thought disperse;
When Sukey to her harpsichord repairs,
And smiling bids me give attentive ears,
With bliss supreme, the lovely maid I view,
But with reluctance forc'd to bid adieu;
Her charms I find, are on my heart impress'd,
Nor time nor absence can regain my rest.
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