lirik lagu emma topping - ode on st. cecilia's day
descend ye nine! descend and sing;
the breathing instruments inspire
wake into voice each silent string
and sweep the sounding lyre!
in a sadly~pleasing strain
let the warbling lute complain:
let the loud trumpet sound
’till the roofs all around
the shrill echo’s rebound:
while in more lengthen’d notes and slow
the deep, majestic, solemn organs blow
hark! the numbers, soft and clear
gently steal upon the ear;
now louder, and yet louder rise
and fill with spreading sounds the skies;
exulting in triumph now swell the bold notes
in broken air, trembling, the wild music floats;
’till, by degrees, remote and small
the strains decay
and melt away
in a dying, dying fall
by music, minds an equal temper know
nor swell too high, nor sink too low
if in the breast tumultuous joys arise
music her soft, assuasive voice applies;
or when the soul is press’d with cares
exalts her in enlivening airs
warriors she fires with animated sounds;
pours balm into the bleeding lover’s wounds:
melancholy lifts her head
morpheus rouzes from his bed
sloth unfolds her arms and wakes
list’ning envy drops her snakes;
intestine war no more our passions wage
and giddy factions hear away their rage
but when our country’s cause provokes to arms
how martial music ev’ry bosom warms!
so when the first bold vessel dar’d the seas
high on the stern the thracian rais’d his strain
while argo saw her kindred trees
descend from pelion to the main
transported demi~gods stood round
and men grew heroes at the sound
enflam’d with glory’s charms:
each chief his sev’nfold shield display’d
and half unsheath’d the shining blade:
and seas, and rocks, and skies rebound
to arms, to arms, to arms!
but when thro’ all th’infernal bounds
which flaming phlegeton surrounds
love, strong as death, the poet led
to the pale nations of the dead
what sounds were heard
what scenes appear’d
o’er all the dreary coasts!
dreadful gleams
dismal screams
fires that glow
shrieks of woe
sullen moans
hollow groans
and cries of tortur’d ghosts!
but hark! he strikes the golden lyre;
and see! the tortur’d ghosts respire
see, shady forms advance!
thy stone, o sysiphus, stands still
ixion rests upon his wheel
and the pale spectres dance!
the furies sink upon their iron beds
and snakes uncurl’d hang list’ning round their heads
by the streams that ever flow
by the fragrant winds that blow
o’er th’ elysian flow’rs
by those happy souls who dwell
in yellow meads of asphodel
or amaranthine bow’rs
by the hero’s armed shades
glitt’ring thro’ the gloomy glades
by the youths that dy’d for love
wand’ring in the myrtle grove
restore, restore eurydice to life;
oh take the husband, or return the wife!
he sung, and h~ll consented
to hear the poet’s pray’r;
stern proserpine relented
and gave him back the fair
thus song could prevail
o’er death and o’er h~ll
a conquest how hard and how glorious?
tho’ fate had fast bound her
with styx nine times round her
yet music and love were victorious
but soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes:
again she falls, again she dies, she dies!
how wilt thou now the fatal sisters move?
no crime was thine, if ’tis no crime to love
now under hanging mountains
beside the falls of fountains
or where hebrus wanders
rolling in maeanders
all alone
unheard, unknown
he makes his moan;
and calls her ghost
for ever, ever, ever lost!
now with furies surrounded
despairing, confounded
he trembles, he glows
amidst rhodope’s snows:
see, wild as the winds, o’er the desart he flies;
hark! haemus resounds with the bacch~n~ls cries —
— ah see, he dies!
yet ev’n in death eurydice he sung
eurydice still trembled on his tongue
eurydice the woods
eurydice the floods
eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung
music the fiercest grief can charm
and fate’s severest rage disarm:
music can soften pain to ease
and make despair and madness please:
our joys below it can improve
and antedate the bliss above
this the divine cecilia found
and to her maker’s praise confin’d the sound
when the full organ joins the tuneful quire
th’immortal pow’rs incline their ear;
borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire
while solemn airs improve the sacred fire;
and angels lean from heav’n to hear
of orpheus now no more let poets tell
to bright cecilia greater pow’r is giv’n;
his numbers rais’d a shade from h~ll
hers lift the soul to heav’n
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