Abstract
The power of music all our hearts allow, And what Timotheus was is Dryden now. —Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism Augustan England was no nest of singing birds. An age of prose and reason found small predilection for those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still.
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