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Music in Italy Disappointed by it Recollections or other Times and Friends Dalton Sir John Stevenson His Daughter Musical Evenings together	A
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If it be true that Music reigns	B
Supreme in ITALY'S soft shades	C
'Tis like that Harmony so famous	D
Among the spheres which He of SAMOS	E
Declared had such transcendent merit	F
That not a soul on earth could hear it	G
For far as I have come from Lakes	H
Whose sleep the Tramontana breaks	H
Thro' MILAN and that land which gave	I
The Hero of the rainbow vest	J
By MINCIO'S banks and by that wave	I
Which made VERONA'S bard so blest	J
Places that like the Attic shore	K
Which rung back music when the sea	L
Struck on its marge should be all o'er	A
Thrilling alive with melody	L
I've heard no music not a note	M
Of such sweet native airs as float	M
In my own land among the throng	N
And speak our nation's soul for song	N
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Nay even in higher walks where Art	O
Performs as 'twere the gardener's part	O
And richer if not sweeter makes	H
The flowers she from the wild hedge takes	H
Even there no voice hath charmed my ear	P
No taste hath won my perfect praise	Q
Like thine dear friend long truly dear	R
Thine and thy loved OLIVIA'S lays	Q
She always beautiful and growing	S
Still more so every note she sings	T
Like an inspired young Sibyl glowing	S
With her own bright imaginings	T
And thou most worthy to be tied	U
In music to her as in love	V
Breathing that language by her side	U
All other language far above	V
Eloquent Song whose tones and words	T
In every heart find answering chords	T
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How happy once the hours we past	W
Singing or listening all daylong	N
Till Time itself seemed changed at last	W
To music and we lived in song	N
Turning the leaves of HAYDN o'er	A
As quick beneath her master hand	X
They opened all their brilliant store	K
Like chambers touched by fairy wand	Y
Or o'er the page of MOZART bending	S
Now by his airy warblings cheered	Z
Now in his mournful Requiem blending	S
Voices thro' which the heart was heard	A2
And still to lead our evening choir	A
Was He invoked thy loved one's Sire	A
He who if aught of grace there be	L
In the wild notes I write or sing	S
First smoothed their links of harmony	L
And lent them charms they did not bring	S
He of the gentlest simplest heart	O
With whom employed in his sweet art	O
That art which gives this world of ours	T
A notion how they speak in heaven	B2
I've past more bright and charmed hours	T
Than all earth's wisdom could have given	B2
Oh happy days oh early friends	T
How Life since then hath lost its flowers	T
But yet tho' Time some foliage rends	T
The stem the Friendship still is ours	T
And long may it endure as green	C2
And fresh as it hath always been	D2
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How I have wandered from my theme	E2
But where is he that could return	F2
To such cold subjects from a dream	E2
Thro' which these best of feelings burn	F2
Not all the works of Science Art	O
Or Genius in this world are worth	G2
One genuine sigh that from the heart	O
Friendship or Love draws freshly forth	H2

Thomas Moore

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