Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1819-04-16
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~rifssa By The elegant traR,Sator of a.arr,,, ~,
Tones Moore, ard Spoken by Mrs. Burtiey, ar th
fheotres Ia U0SksYctoR ana .5k,raud;I. 'T.a;r
FROM British publication.
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iar az the pure air spreads its living zone
wherever race eau rouse, or pity melt
.ns, ianguagc Of the soul is felt and known.
From th,se meridian plains,
Where OFT Of Old, On some high tower
ne soit Peruvian poured hts niidntc hi strains
Aud called his distant love with such sweet mower
Ihat when she heard the weii.kpown lay
Aot worlds could keep her from his arms away
20 those black realms of polar aight
Where the youth Of Lap'and's sky
Bids Ibis rapid rein deer fy,
And sings along the darki ling waste Of snow
As blight as ifthe blessed light
VI vernal PhGbus burnd npon his brow.
On, music thy celestial claim,
Is sti resistess, still the same
Aud ifathfu, as the mighty sea
10. 10 tne pale star that o'er It's realm presides,
Tue spell bound tides
VI human passion rise and fail for thee
List tits a Grecian mad thai sings
While from tiyssus' silver spsiuys
She draws the cool lymph in her grace fui urn
While by her side ~ innsic's charm dissoiviny
some paiiot yeu'd The glorious past revolving,
dreams Outright days tina, never can return.
When Athens nursed her csive bough,
"iin hands byetytant power unclaimed,
And braided tor the MUSES. brow
wreath by tyrant teuch nnsnined
When heroes trod zach classic field.
Where coward feet now f2inty ialter,
ana every arm freeaoin's shield
Aud every heart vas freedom. altar.
=, isRkkk AIR, INTERRUPTED TRvxPEr.)
uhh! us the SOUND that charms
The war steed's waheniay ears
On, many mother folds her arm.
hpnnd Der boy soldier, when that sound she hears:
And though her fond heart sinks with icars
- proud 10 feel his youns pulse Louua
WIN val"r's fever al Tie SQUAD.
See from h,s native hlls siar
The rude eyetian HES war
careless forwhat, for whom he lights,
t"i slave or despoi, wrongs or rights,
conqueror oft, "A hero never.
let lavish Of his likelihood still,
AS II 'twere like ms mountain riii,
- Ano gushed FOL ever.
on mnsicl here, even here,
~ lhS soul ten ehatm asserts its wond'rons power;
ihefe Is an air, which Oft among the rocks
VI his own l"v'd land, at evening hour
- heua when shepherds bnmeward pipe their Hocks
Vh ever! noe of ii would SHIELD his mind
WIN tendercst thought and brings about his knees
TIE rosy chhdren whom he left behind,
AUD NIL each iitie angel eye
WIN SPEAKING tears, that ask him. why
ne re wandered IRON his hut to scenes IKE these!
yam, VAIN is then the trumpet's brazen roar,
Sweet notes OF home. of love, All he hears;
Nho the Stern eyestbat looked for blood before,
Now melting, nourniui, lose themselves IN tears.
lRENps DE yAcBE ISrkRRuPTED sY TRUMPET
Nb"t wake the Tuinpe's blast again,
ana rouse the racks Of warrior men.
On, war l-when Truth thy arm eInpoys
AID Heed"m's spii,t guides the lab'Ing storm,
lhy vengeance lakes Il ballowed form
ana Ike heavens lightning, sacrediy- destroys.
Nof music, tbro' thy breathing sphere
Lives there sonnd DioTe grateful 10 The eN
VI Iin who maize all ha many,
IMAM The biest sound OF letters brasking
ahh the hfst hymn that man awaklng
FROM slaVert's sumber, breaches to liberty
(sPANisH ParRtoT's soNG.)
ttdtk from SPAN, Indignant Spain,
EuTsts The 0pld enthusiast strain,
l. he n'rning's music on the air
ahn seems IN ever, note TO swear,
By Saragossa's ruined streets,
by brave GeroDa's beautiful story
Ihat whe one spaHard's lie blood beats
ihat blood shalt stain conqueror's glory.
(sPASIsH AIR CONCLUDED
Dut, an +! u vain The patriot Spanards' zeal
u heither Vaiors force, nor wisdoms lights
~dii DItdh or mel the blood Seal
ma, .lAt sh"is so close Tie book of kurupe's rights
what song shall theD in sadness tell
VI broken pride, of pros poets shaded
VI buried hopes reIlembered well,
-! hdar quenched aud honor faded:
NAT VI Use shall mourn the faithful! brave
sweetest dirge 1T meunory's shrine
w st baip shall sigh DER freedoms grave
oh Erin thine.
MELANCHOLY IRISH AIR, SUCCEEDED BY Lively
oNY)
Hiest notes OF mirth, ye spring from sorrows lay
LI>e the biest vesPer Of the bird That sings
in tae bright sunset OF an April day,
no'iS tue cold shower yet bangs upon his WINGS
Long may the Irish heart repeat
An echo To these lively strains,
Anh when the strangers ears shall meet
U lat melody on distant plains,
oh he will feel his soul expand
with grateful warmth and sigainC say
Thus speaks the music Of the land
Where welcome over lights the strangers way
when still the woe of others 10 heguiIe
Is even the gayeSt hearts most iov'd employ.
where grief herself will generously smile
lhfougs her own tears TO share aHotbeI's low
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