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...hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What' passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes some ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers...

...sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Kxcites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal...drum Cries, ' Hark ! the foes come; Charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat!' The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless...

...hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...come : Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!' The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd...

...no disgust is felt by the general ear. t Dryden is not careful to favour any such superstition : ' ' The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...double double double beat Of the thundering drum," etc. we have seen him fain to keep asunder: "Sneereth* the trumpet, and stampeth the drum." In his...

...the'hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? it with tears, I 've embalmed it with sighs. 'T is bound by a thous auger, And mortal alarms, The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes...

...cannot Music raise and quell ? Whatpassion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And...foes come; Charge, charge ! 'tis too late to retreat. The soft complaining flute In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered...

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...no disgust is felt by the general ear. t Dryden is not careful to favour any such superstition : " The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With...double double double beat Of the thundering drum," etc. we have seen him fain to keep asunder : " Sneereth* the trumpet, and stampeth the drum." In his...

...trumpets ; some are sweet as children's talk ; others rich as a mother's answering back. 2. A DRUM. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering...foes come : Charge, charge! 'tis too late to retreat. 3. WAR AND PEACE. The bra/.en throat of war had ceased to roar, All now was turned to jollity and game....