text:  'If they are fond of music ' said he 'why should not every man have his share?'" The steady advance the solid force and the sweet harmony almost realized the noble poetic conception-- "Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders such as raised To heights of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle; and instead of rage Deliberate valour breathed firm and unmoved With dread of death to flight or foul retreat