Joseph Warton

(1722 - 1800 / England)

Ode To Music - Poem by Joseph Warton

Queen of every moving measure,
Sweetest source of purest pleasure,
Music; why thy powers employ
Only for the sons of joy?
Only for the smiling guests
At natal or at nuptial feasts?
Rather thy lenient numbers pour
On those whom secret griefs devour;
Bid be still the throbbing hearts
Of those, whom death, or absence parts,
And, with some softly whisper'd air,
Smooth the brow of dumb despair.


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/19/2014 1:27:00 PM)

    This poetry is so complicated, i find it hard to grasp the meaning for Im still new to poetry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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