Henry F. Chorley, The Masque at Kenilworth
“ Here let us sit, and let the sound of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Look how the floor of Heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal sounds ”
Henry F. Chorley, The Masque at Kenilworth
“ Who feel not fear so much as glee, When ever wind old Ocean stirs. Let e'er so blithe its dolphins play, Let e'er its waves so wildly roar, Go east, go west, go where we may, Our hearts are firmly moor'd on shore ”
Henry F. Chorley, The Masque at Kenilworth
“ Who dares to brag and boast afar, Like thunder clouds that threaten rain? What need we care if jealous war Be brooding in the ports of Spain? What need we care if jealous war Be brooding in the ports of Spain? ”
