Uploaded on July 3, 2011
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 Ecchos rebound:
While in more lengthen’d Notes and slow,
The deep, majestick, solemn Organs blow. …
Alexander Pope
The Poems of Alexander Pope
7.3.2023: I was never a fan of Alexander Pope, but I still own the book. If I had had a different professor for that class, would I have liked the guy’s work? Probably not.