Metre/Prose,  page

 1 mI,    3   |        I give them a mournful song. Alas! Whither 2 has the
 2 mIII,   23 |    the nightingale, singing a song with a tongue of honeyed
 3 pV,   57   |       I have sung a sorrowful song of suffering and lament
 4 pV,   57   |      to the manner of elegiac song. For many, while they shun
 5 pVI,   64  |      the lyre of Orpheus, the song of Amphion, the muse of
 6 pVIII,   79|      in the manner of elegiac song tuned the cithara of its
 7 mIX,   87  |       marveled at its lawless song. The clear, fair voice of
 8 mIX,   87  | adorning the character of its song, now feigned grief in its
 9 mIX,   87  |       nightingale with lovely song, though more sweetly alluring,
10 mIX,   87  |     the keenness of the swift song. Yet was their resonance
11 mIX,   87  |      uneven equality of their song, their harmonious discord,
12 mIX,   87  |       these strains-the sweet song of the pentachord, whose
13 mIX,   88  |     common ~people who vie in song adore. While in rival tone
14 mIX,   88  | bearing the slighter gifts of song. Sistra which asked the