The Music, or Melody and Rhythmus of the English Language; In Which Are Explained the Five Accidents of Speech and a Musical Notation (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1819 Excerpt: ...Time, whate'er of mental grace, Of candour, love, or sympathy divine, Whate'er of fancy's ray, or friendship's flame is mine. Beattie 6. ON TRUE DIGNITY. Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose; Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes? Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings. O Solitude, the man who thee foregoes, When lucre lures him, or ambition stings, . Shall never know the source r whence real gran-deur springs. Vain man, is grandeur given to gay attire? Then let the butterfly thy pride upbraid: --To friends, attendants, armies, bought with hire? It is thy weakness that requires their aid: --To palaces, with gold and gems inlay'd? They fear the thief, and tremble in the storm: To hosts, through carnage who to conquest wade? Behold the victor vanquish'd by the worm Behold what deeds of wo r the locust can perform True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind Virtue has rais'd above the things below, Who, every hope and fear to heaven resign'd, Shrinks not, though Fortune aims her dreadful blow: --This strain from midst the rocks was heard to flow In solemn sounds. Now beam'd the evening star; And from embattled clouds emerging slow, Cynthia came riding on her silver car, And hoary mountain-cliffs r shone faintly from afar. Beattie. THE SOLDIER S DREAM. 3. Our bugles sang truce--for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars " set their watch in the sky: And thousands had sunk "' on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, " and the wounded to die. When reposing that night " on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot ""that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night n a sweet vision ...