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Come woeful Orpheus

by William Byrd

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False Poets and True

by Thomas Hood

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Drawing the boundary…

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Come woeful Orpheus

by William Byrd

Come wofull Orpheus with thy charming Lyre
And tune my voyce unto thy skilfull wyre,
Some strange Cromatique Notes doe you devise
That best with mournefull accents sympathize,
Of sowrest Sharps and uncouth Flats make choise,
And Ile thereto compassionate my voyce.

False Poets and True

by Thomas Hood

TO WORDSWORTH

Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!
His voice is heard, but body there is none
To fix the vague excursions of the eye.
So, poets' songs are with us, tho' they die
Obscured, and hid by death's oblivious shroud,
And Earth inherits the rich melody
Like raining music from the morning cloud.
Yet, few there be who pipe so sweet and loud
Their voices reach us through the lapse of space:
The noisy day is deafen'd by a crowd
Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race;
But only lark and nightingale forlorn
Fill up the silences of night and morn.

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