17. Naught as the music of _praise_ and _prayer_ Is half so sweet. BOWRING. 18. _Notes heard far off_; so far, as but to seem Like the faint exquisite music of a dream. MOORE. 19. A solemn _dirge_; now swelling high In lofty strains, and now in cadence soft, Seeming to die away upon the ear; Then swelling loud again, reaching the skies, As if to mingle with the music there. MRS. DANA. 20. _Distance-mellow'd song_, From bowers of merriment. SOUTHEY. 21. The melancholy strain of that sad _bird_ Who sounds at night the warning note, that shuts The delicate young flowers. W. G. SIMMS. 22. The glad voice, the laughing voice of _streams_, And the low cadence of the silvery _sea_. MRS. HEMANS. 23. _Old songs_ of love and sorrow. MARY HOWITT. 24. The lively air When love enlists the _serenader's_ skill. MRS. DANA. 25. The musical confusion Of _hounds_ and _echo_ in conjunction. _Midsummer Night's Dream._ 26. When o'er the clear still water swells The music of the _Sabbath bells_. W. C. BRYANT. 27. A deep and thrilling _song_, Which seems with piercing melody to reach The soul, and in mysterious union Blend with all thoughts of gentleness and love. SOUTHEY. 28. Ever wakeful _echo_; The nymph of sportive mockery, that still Hides behind every rock and every dell, And softly glides, unseen, from hill to hill; No sound doth rise but mimic it she will. THEODORE FAY. 29. The sounding _Viol_; When eyes with speaking glances, Kindle high with pleasure, As rings the well-known strain; With easy gliding motion, involved in graceful fancies, Of light uncertain measure, Responds the fairy train. J. G. PERCIVAL. 30. Low _whisperings in boats_, As they shoot through the moonlight, with drippings of oars. MOORE. 31. The _hunter's shout_, When clanging _horns_ swell their sweet winding notes, The _pack wide-opening_ on the trembling air With various melody. SOMERVILLE--_The Chace._ 32. The sounds awaken'd there In the _Pine leaves_ fine and small, Soft and sweetly musical, By the fingers of the air. J. G. WHITTIER. 33. The song of _spirits_ that will sometimes sail Close to the ear, a deep, delicious stream, Then sweep away, and die with a low wail. CROLY--_Angel of the World._