144 ORIGIN OF SOCIETY. CANTO iv. 



Wave high in air their fringed crests of wood, 

 And checker'd shadows dance upon the flood; 

 Green sloping lawns construct the sidelong scene, 

 And guide the sparkling rill that winds between; 

 Conduct on murmuring wings the pausing gale, 

 And rural echoes talk along the vale; 

 Dim hills behind in pomp aerial rise, 

 Lift their blue tops, and melt into the skies. 1 JO 



" So when by HANDEL tuned to measured sounds 

 The trumpet vibrates, or the drum rebounds; 

 Alarm'd we listen with ecstatic wonder 

 To mimic battles, or imagined thunder. 

 When the soft lute in sweet impassion'd strains 

 Of cruel nymphs or broken vows complains ; 

 As on the breeze the fine vibration floats, 

 We drink delighted the melodious notes. 



We drink delighted, 1. 178. The pleasure we experience from music, 

 is, like that from viewing a landscape, derived from various sources; 

 as first from the excitement of the auditory nerve into certain quan- 



