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Strike up, ious softness!

Teach sounds to languish through the night's dull ear

Till Melancholy starts frorows concert to attention!

With such powers of expression the Count sung the following

RONDEAU

Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps

Upon the ocean's trehtly sweeps

Yon sad, that swells in stately pride: Soft as the surge's stealing note,

That dies along the distant shores,

Or warbled strain, that sinks reh my bosom pours! True as the wave to Cynthia's ray,

True as the vessel to the breeze,

True as the soul to music's sway,

Or music to Venetian seas: Soft as yon silver bea breast;

So soft, so true, fond Love shall weep,

So soft, so true, with THEE shall rest

The cadence hich he returned from the last stanza to a repetition

of the first; the fine modulation in which his voice stole upon the

first line, and the pathetic energy hich it pronounced the last,