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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: epicure who wrote (81087)	6/9/2000 11:18:00 AM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 108807

A Song on St. Cecilia's Day/John Dryden Stanza 1 1 From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony 2 This universal frame began. 3 When Nature underneath a heap 4 Of jarring atoms lay, 5 And could not heave her head, 6 The tuneful voice was heard from high, 7 Arise ye more than dead. 8 Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, 9 In order to their stations leap, 10 And music's pow'r obey. 11 From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony 12 This universal frame began: 13 From harmony to harmony 14 Through all the compass of the notes it ran, 15 The diapason closing full in man. Stanza 2 16 What passion cannot music raise and quell! 17 When Jubal struck the corded shell, 18 His list'ning brethren stood around 19 And wond'ring, on their faces fell 20 To worship that celestial sound: 21 Less than a god they thought there could not dwell 22 Within the hollow of that shell 23 That spoke so sweetly and so well. 24 What passion cannot music raise and quell! Stanza 3 25 The trumpet's loud clangor 26 Excites us to arms 27 With shrill notes of anger 28 And mortal alarms. 29 The double double double beat 30 Of the thund'ring drum 31 Cries, hark the foes come; 32 Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. Stanza 4 33 The soft complaining flute 34 In dying notes discovers 35 The woes of hopeless lovers, 36 Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. Stanza 5 37 Sharp violins proclaim 38 Their jealous pangs, and desperation, 39 Fury, frantic indignation, 40 Depth of pains and height of passion, 41 For the fair, disdainful dame. Stanza 6 42 But oh! what art can teach 43 What human voice can reach 44 The sacred organ's praise? 45 Notes inspiring holy love, 46 Notes that wing their Heav'nly ways 47 To mend the choirs above. Stanza 7 48 Orpheus could lead the savage race; 49 And trees unrooted left their place; 50 Sequacious of the lyre: 51 But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder high'r; 52 When to her organ, vocal breath was giv'n, 53 An angel heard, and straight appear'd 54 Mistaking earth for Heav'n. GRAND CHORUS 55 As from the pow'r of sacred lays 56 The spheres began to move, 57 And sung the great Creator's praise 58 To all the bless'd above; 59 So when the last and dreadful hour 60 This crumbling pageant shall devour, 61 The trumpet shall be heard on high, 62 The dead shall live, the living die, 63 And music shall untune the sky.