The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts touch them but lightly pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
But O as to embrace me she enclin'd I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.john milton
But O! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.john milton
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Morn, wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.john milton
The busy day, wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.william shakespeare