floats,
We drink delighted the melodious notes.
But when young Beauty on the realms above
Bends her bright eye, and trills the tones of love; 180
Seraphic sounds enchant this nether sphere;
And listening angels lean from Heaven to hear.

[Footnote: _We drink delighted_, l. 178. The pleasure we
experience from music, is, like that from viewing a
landscape, derived from various sources; as first from the
excitement of the auditory nerve into certain quantities of
action, when there exists any accumulation of sensorial
power. 2. When the auditory nerve is exerted in such
successive actions as relieve each other, like stretching or
yawning, as described in Botanic Garden, Vol. II, Interlude
the third, these successions of sound are termed melody, and
their combinations harmony. 3. From the repetition of sounds
at certain intervals of time; as we hear them with greater
facility and accuracy, when we expect them; because they are
then excited by volition, as well as by irritation, or at
least the tympanum is then better adapted to assist their
production; hence the two musical times or bars; and hence
the rhimes in poetry give pleasure, as well as the measure of
the verse: and lastly the pleasure we receive from music,
arises from the associations of agreeable sentiments with
certain proportions, or repetitions, or quantities, or times
of sounds which have been previously acquired; as explained
in Zoonomia Vol. I. Sect. XVI. 10. and Sect. XXII. 2.]

"Next by SENSATION led, new joys commence
From the fine movements of the excited sense;
In swarms ideal urge their airy flight,
Adorn the day-scenes, and illume the night.
Her spells o'er all the hand of Fancy flings,
Gives form and substance to unreal things;
With fruits and foliage decks the barren waste,
And brightens Life with sentiment and taste; 190
Pleased o'er the level and the rule presides,
The painter's brush, the sculptor's chisel guides,
With ray ethereal lights the poet's fire,
Tunes the rude pipe, or strings the heroic lyre:
Charm'd round the nymph on frolic footsteps move
The angelic forms of Beauty, Grace, and Love.

"So dreams the Patriot, who indignant draws
The sword of vengeance in his Co