Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1692).
Context: Consecrate the place and day
To music and Cecilia.
Let no rough winds approach, nor dare
Invade the hallow'd bounds,
Nor rudely shake the tuneful air,
Nor spoil the fleeting sounds.
Nor mournful sigh nor groan be heard,
But gladness dwell on every tongue;
Whilst all, with voice and strings prepar'd,
Keep up the loud harmonious song,
And imitate the blest above,
In joy, and harmony, and love.
“Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways
Of hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.”
"Sonnet Written in a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon" (1777), line 13.
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The south winds, drawing haze o'er sea and land;
Yet the great heart of ocean, throbbing slow,
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