Canto

1     1|  passage slowly clear,~Make music with the stones, and please
2     6| song,~Wont at this hour her music to repeat,~(With that she
3    10| thirst the more;~But to the music of their speech no ear~He
4    27|    affront."~-- "No sweeter music ever soothes my ear"~(Replied
5    28|    That melancholy man; nor music's strain~One jot diminishes
6    34|  little pass,~As the lute's music on the lumpish ass.~ ~ XX~"
7    42|     the sea,~By their joint music shall the stream be stopt,~
8    44|    proud,~And other festive music, laughter light,~Applause
9    46|  singers there~He with rich music hears; nor moves a pace~