...notes abroad, and found that " There is in souls a sympathy with sounds ; And as. the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk...grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies." In taking notice of the Memoirs of Mr. Hayley, in our last...

...mind is pitch'd the car is pleas'd With melting airs or martial, brifk or grave. Some chord in unifon with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How foft the mufic of thofe village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence fweet ! now dying...

...mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas 'd With melting airs or martial, brifk or grave. Some chord in unifon with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How foft the mufic of thofe village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence fweet ! now dying...

...is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd With melting airs, or martial, brifk, or grave : Some chord in unifon with what we hear Is touch'd within- us, and the heart replies. How foft the mufic of thofe village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence fweet, now dying...

...pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd With melting airs, or martial,, brifk, or grave : Some chord in unifon with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How foft the mufic of thofe village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence fweet, now dying...

...vindicated from the charge of uselessness. — Conclusion, THE TASK. BOOK VI. THE WINTER WALK AT NOON. THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And, as the mind is pitch' d, the ear is pleas' d With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave: Some chord in unison...

...man vindicated from the charge of uselessness— Conclusion. BOOK VI. THE WINTER WAI.K AT NOON. HERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And, as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is plea*' With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave : Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd...

...from the charge of uselessnets.— Conclusion. THE TASK. so OK n. THE WINTER WALK AT NOON. J. HERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds ; And, as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave : Some chord in unison with what we hear Is...

...is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd With melting airs, or martial, brifk, or grave : Some chord in unifon with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies How foft the mufic of thofe village bells. Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence fweet, now dying...

...uselessness. — Conclusion. IHRRE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, \acl a* the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk...grave, ' Some chord in unison with what we hear - Is touched within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals...