Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind, / As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find; / Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire, / And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.
— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for, and sold by S. Paterson
Date
1747
Metaphor
Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind, / As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find; / Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire, / And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.
Metaphor in Context
STILL sing, bright Maid, nor cease the pleasing Charm,
Each Soul subdue, each tender Bosom warm;
Such magick Sweetness to thy Voice is giv'n,
We hear a Seraph, and we taste of Heav'n:
Strange force of Harmony, whose Power controuls,
The warring Passions, and informs our Souls,
Soft soothing Sounds, by whose enchantment blest,
Anger and Grief forsake the tranquil Breast;
While soft Ideas rising in the Mind,
Bids us in Love a gentle Tyrant find,
And to his Sway the softned Soul's resign'd.
Thus sung the Thracian Bard, while all around,
The list'ning Beasts confess'd the magick Sound:
Less sweet the Harmony Amphion made,
When dancing Stones mov'd to the Notes he play'd;
Or him, who bore by Dolphins to the Shore,
Made Winds and Waves confess his magick Pow'r:
Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind,
As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find;
Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire,
And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.
(pp. 11-12)
Each Soul subdue, each tender Bosom warm;
Such magick Sweetness to thy Voice is giv'n,
We hear a Seraph, and we taste of Heav'n:
Strange force of Harmony, whose Power controuls,
The warring Passions, and informs our Souls,
Soft soothing Sounds, by whose enchantment blest,
Anger and Grief forsake the tranquil Breast;
While soft Ideas rising in the Mind,
Bids us in Love a gentle Tyrant find,
And to his Sway the softned Soul's resign'd.
Thus sung the Thracian Bard, while all around,
The list'ning Beasts confess'd the magick Sound:
Less sweet the Harmony Amphion made,
When dancing Stones mov'd to the Notes he play'd;
Or him, who bore by Dolphins to the Shore,
Made Winds and Waves confess his magick Pow'r:
Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind,
As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find;
Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire,
And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.
(pp. 11-12)
Categories
Provenance
ECCO-TCP
Citation
Only 1 entry in ESTC (1747).
Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. (London: Printed for, and sold by S. Paterson, 1747). <Link to ECCO-TCP>
Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. (London: Printed for, and sold by S. Paterson, 1747). <Link to ECCO-TCP>
Date of Entry
10/14/2013
