On Signior Tenducci's Singing Jubal's Lyre. By a Prisoner in the King's Bench
O RPHEUS , as fools believe and bards invent,
Taught rocks to dance, and Pluto to relent.
But sure as J UBAL'S Lyre Tenducci sings,
And wakes to symphony the trembling strings;
As the sweet notes now rise, now die away,
A P LAINTIFF might ev'n hear his rage away!
A voice so strong, yet soft, so soft, yet clear,
With magic pow'r would charm his savage ear;
Calm all his angry passions into rest,
And into pity melt his frozen breast!
Taught rocks to dance, and Pluto to relent.
But sure as J UBAL'S Lyre Tenducci sings,
And wakes to symphony the trembling strings;
As the sweet notes now rise, now die away,
A P LAINTIFF might ev'n hear his rage away!
A voice so strong, yet soft, so soft, yet clear,
With magic pow'r would charm his savage ear;
Calm all his angry passions into rest,
And into pity melt his frozen breast!
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