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What woful stuff this madrigal would be

I am advised to give her music o' mornings;
In some starv'd hackney sonnetteer, or me! they say it will penetrate.
But let a Lord once own the happy lines,

Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 12.
How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
POPE-Essay on Criticism. L. 418.

And it will discourse most eloquent music.
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Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 374. (“Excellent
Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

music" in Knight's ed.) POPE—Moral Essays. Ep. IV. L. 143.

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You would play upon me; you would seem to By music minds an equal temper know,

know my stops; you would pluck out the heart Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.

of my mystery; you would sound me from my

lowest note to the top of my compass. Warriors she fires with animated sounds.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 379.
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
POPE_Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.

How irksome is this music to my heart!
Hark! the numbers soft and clear,

When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? Gently steal upon the ear;

Henry VI. Pt. II. Sc. 1. L. 56.
Now louder, and yet louder rise
And fill with spreading sounds the skies.
POPE_Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.

Orpheus with his lute made trees,

And the mountain-tops that freeze, 5 In a sadly pleasing strain

Bow themselves, when he did sing: Let the warbling lute complain.

To his music, plants and flowers

Ever sprung; as sun and showers, Pops-Ode on St. Cecilia's Day.

There had made a lasting spring. Music's force can tame the furious beast.

Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 3. PRIOR. (See also BRAMSTON)

Everything that heard him play, Seated one day at the organ,

Even the billows of the sea, I was weary and ill at ease,

Hung their heads, and then lay by; And my fingers wandered idly

In sweet music is such art: Over the noisy keys.

Killing care and grief of heart I do not know what I was playing,

Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.

Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 9.
Or what I was dreaming then,
But I struck one chord of
music

The choir,
Like the sound of a great Amen.

With all the choicest music of the kingdom, ADELAIDE A. PROCTERLost Chord. (As set

Together sung Te Deum. to music, 5th line reads, “I know not what

Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 90. I was playing.") We hanged our harps upon the willows in the One whom the music of his own vain tongue midst thereof.

Doth ravish like enchanting harmony. Psalms. CXXXVII. 2.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. i. L. 167. Above the pitch, out of tune, and off the hinges.

Though music oft hath such a charm RABELAIS-Works. Bk. IV. Ch. XIX. To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. 10

Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 14. Musik ist Poesie der Luft. Music is the poetry of the air.

Let music sound while he doth make his choice; JEAN PAUL ŘICHTER.

Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, 11 Sie zog tief in sein Herz, wie die Melodie eines

Fading in music. Liedes, die aus der Kindheit heraufklingt.

Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 43. It sank deep into his heart, like the melody 24 of a song sounding from out of childhood's days. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! JEAN PAUL RICHTER-Hesperus. XII. Here will we sit and let the sounds of music 12

Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night The soul of music slumbers in the shell,

Becomes the touches of sweet harmony. Till waked and kindled by the Master's spell;

Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 54. And feeling hearts--touch them but lightly

25 pour A thousand melodies unheard before!

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st SAM'L ROGERS-Human Life. L. 363.

But in his motion like an angel sings, 13 (See also HOLLAND

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;

Such harmony, is in immortal souls;
Give me some music; music, moody food But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Of us that trade in love.

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 1. Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 57.

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Therefore the poet Winds the French-horn, and twangs the tingling Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and harp; floods;

Till, like great Jove, the leader, figuring in, Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, Attunes to order the chaotic din. But music for the time doth change his nature. HORACE AND JAMES SMITH-Rejected AdMerchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 79.

dresses. The Theatre. L. 20. 2 The man that hath no music in himself,

So dischord ofte in musick makes the sweeter lay. Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, SPENSER—Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto II. Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

St. 15. (See also BUTLER) Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 83.

Music revives the recollections it would appease. 3 Music do I hear?

MADAME DE STAËL-Corinne. Bk. IX. Ch. Ha! ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,

II.
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 41.

The gauger walked with willing foot,

And aye the gauger played the flute; Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays

And what should Master Gauger play And twenty caged nightingales do sing,

But Over the Hills and Far Away. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 2. L. 37. RobT. LOUIS STEVENSON-Underwoods. A 5

Song of the Road. Preposterous ass, that never read so far

(See also FARQUHAR) To know the cause why music was ordain’d!

15 Was it not to refresh the mind of man,

How her fingers went when they moved by note After his studies or his usual pain?

Through measures fine, as she marched them o'er Taming of the Shrew. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 9. The yielding plank of the ivory floor.

BENJ. F. TAYLOR—Songs of Yesterday. How 6

the Brook Went to Mill. St. 3. This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion

It is the little rift within the lute With its sweet air.

That by and by will make the music mute, Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 391.

And ever widening slowly silence all. 7

TENNYSON-Idylls of the King. Merlin and Take but degree away, untune that string,

Vivien. L. 393. And, hark, what discord follows!

17 Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 109. Music that brings sweet sleep down from the 8

blissful skies. If music be the food of love, play on;

TENNYSONThe Lotos Eaters. Choric Song. Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

St. 1.
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.
That breathes upon a bank of violets,

TENNYSONThe Lotos Eaters. Choric Song. Stealing and giving odour.

St. 1. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 1.

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I can't sing. As a singist I am not a success. Song like a rose should be;

I am saddest when I sing. So are those who Each rhyme a petal sweet;

hear me. They are sadder even than I am. For fragrance, melody,

ARTEMUS WARD—Lecture. That when her lips repeat

(See also BAYLEY) The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so.

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Love, only Love.

Should keep in tune so long. FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN–Song, in Lyrics

Warts-Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Bk. II. for a Lute.

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And with a secret pain,
Musick! soft charm of heav'n and earth,

And smiles that seem akin to tears,
Whence didst thou borrow thy auspicious birth? We hear the wild refrain.
Or art thou of eternal date,

WHITTIER–At Port Royal.
Sire to thyself, thyself as old as Fate.
EDMUND SMITH-Ode in Praise of Musick

I'm the sweetest sound in orchestra heard 11

Yet in orchestra never have been.
See to their desks Apollo's sons repair,
Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair!

DR. WILBERFORCE-Riddle. First lines.
In unison their various tones to tune,

23 Murmurs the hautboy, growls the hoarse bas- Her ivory hands on the ivory keys soon;

Strayed in a fitful fantasy, In soft vibration sighs the whispering lute, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees Tang goes the harpsichord, too-too the flute, Rustle their pale leaves listlessly Brays the loud trumpet, squeaks the fiddle sharp, Or the drifting foam of a restless sea

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When the waves show their teeth in the fiying

MYRTLE breeze. OSCAR WILDE-In the Gold Room. A Har

Myrtus Communis mony.

Nor myrtle—which means chiefly love: and love What fairy-like music steals over the sea,

Is something awful which one dare not touch Entrancing our senses with charmed melody? So early o' mornings. MRS. M. C. WILSON–What Fairy-like Music.

E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. Where music dwells Lingering, and wandering on as loth to die; The myrtle (ensign of supreme command, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth Consigned by Venus to Melissa's hand) proof

Not less capricious than a reigning fair, That they were born for immortality.

Oft favors, oft rejects a lover's prayer; WORDSWORTH-Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Pt. III. In myrtle shades oft sings the happy swain, 63. Inside of King's Chapel, Cambridge.

In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain.

SAMUEL JOHNSON-Written at the Request of a Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

Gentlernan. L. 3. WORDSWORTH-A Morning Exercise.

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow,
Soft is the music that would charm forever: With close uncrowded branches spread
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. Not proudly high, nor meanly low,
WORDSWORTH-Not Love, Not War.

A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.
Sweetest melodies

MONTGOMERY—The Myrtle.
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
WORDSWORTH–Personal Talk. St. 2.

While the myrtle, now idly entwin'd with his The music in my heart I bore,

Like the wreath of Harmodius, shall cover his Long after it was heard no more.

sword. WORDSWORTH-The Solitary Reaper.

MOORE-O, Blame Not The Bard.

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NAME

And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, 11

Where I beheld what never was to be.
Oh! no! we never mention her,

BYRONDon Juan. Canto V. St. 4.
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak

Oh, Amos Cottle!—Phæbus! what a name!
That once familiar word.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY–Melodies of Various

BYRONEnglish Bards and Scotch Reviewers.

L. 399.
Nations. Oh! No! We Never Mention Her.
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Je ne puis rien nommer si ce n'est par son nom;

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, J'appelle un chat un chat, et Rollet un fripon.

The power of grace, the magic of a name. I can call nothing by name if that is not

CAMPBELL-Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II. L. 5. his name.

I call a cat a cat, and Rollet a rogue.

Ah! replied my gentle fair, BOILEAU-Satires. I. 51.

Beloved, what are names but air?

Choose thou whatever suits the line: Call a spade a spade.

Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritis

Call me Lalage, or Doris, Junior to the Reader. P. 11. SCALINGER

Only, only, call me thine. Note on the Priapeia Sive Diversoritm Poeta

COLERIDGE—What's in a Name. rum. BAXTER-Narrative of the Most Memorable Passages of Life and Times. (1696) Some to the fascination of a name, DR. ARBUTHNOT Dissertations on the Art Surrender judgment hoodwinked. of Selling Bargains. PHILIP OF MACEDON. COWPER—Task. Bk. VI. L. 101. See PLUTARCH's Life of Philip.

! (See also BOILEAU, ERASMUS, GIFFORD, JONSON, SWIFT)

“Brooks of Sheffield”: “Somebody's sharp:

Who is?” asked the gentleman, laughing. I 14 He left a Corsair's name to other times,

looked up quickly, being curious to know. "Only Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.

Brooks of Sheffield,” said Mr. Murdstone. I was BYRON—The Corsair. Canto III. St. 24.

glad to find it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for

at first I really thought that it was I. 15

DICKENS, David Copperfield. Ch. 2. I have a passion for the name of “Mary,"

I know that man; he comes from Sheffield. For once it was a magic sound to me,

SIDNEY GRUNDY--A Pair of Spectacles.

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Ramp up my genius, be not retrograde, But boldly nominate a spade a spade. JONSON—Poetaster. Act V. 3.

(See also BURTON)

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Ficum vocamus ficum, et scapham scapham.

We call a fig a fig, and a skiff a skiff.
ERASMUS—Colloquy. Philetymus et Pseudo

cheus Also in Dilucalum Philyphnus.
In his Adaria he refers to ARISTOPHANES as
user of a like phrase. Quoted by LUCIAN-
Quom, Hist. sit. conscribend. 41. Also
in his Jov. Trag. 32. Found also in
PLUTARCH-Apopthegms. P. 178. (Ed.
1624) Old use of same idea in TAVERNER-
Garden of Wysdom. Pt. I. Ch. VI. (Ed.
1539)

(See also BURTON) The blackest ink of fate was sure my lot, And when fate writ my name it made a blot.

FIELDING—Amelia. II. 9.

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Have heard her sigh and soften out the name. WALTER 'SAVAGE LANDORGebir. Bk. V.

L. 145. 21 Stat magni nominis umbra.

He stands the shadow of a mighty name. LUCAN-Pharsalia. I. 135. JUNIUS adapted

this as motto affixed to his Letters. (Stat nominis umbra) CLAUDIANUSEpigrams.

42. gives “Nominis umbra manet veteris." 22 Clarum et venerabile nomen.

An illustrious and ancient name. LUCAN-Pharsalia. IX. 203. 23

Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil.

MACAULAY-On Machiavelli. 1825. 24

But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.

Malachi. IV. 2.

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St. 54. LONGFELLOW's trans.

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I cannot say the crow is white,

But needs must call a spade a spade. HUMPHREY GIFFORD-A Woman's Face.is Full of Wiles.

(See also BURTON)

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“Whose name was writ in water!” What large

laughter Among the immortals when that word was

brought! Then when his fiery spirit rose flaming after, High toward the topmost heaven of heavens

up-caught! “All ħail! our younger brother!" Shakespeare

said, And Dante nodded his imperial head.

R. W. GILDER—Keats.

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Mark. V. 9.

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