Just had a thought as to pronunciation and
something I learned in high school:
"Henry Purcell"
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Have fair fallen, O
fair, fair have fallen, so dear
To me, so
arch-especial a spirit as heaves in Henry Purcell,
An age
is now since passed, since parted; with the reversal
Of the outward sentence low lays him, listed to a
heresy, here.
Not mood in him nor meaning, proud
fire or sacred fear,
Or love, or pity, or all that
sweet notes not his might nursle:
It is the forged
feature finds me; it is the rehearsal
Of own, of
abrupt self these so thrusts on, so throngs the ear.
Let him oh! With his air of angels then lift me, lay
me! Only I'll
Have an eye to the sakes of him,
quaint moonmarks, to his pelted plumage under
Wings:
so some great stormfowl, whenever he has walked his
while
The thunder-purple seabeach, plumed
purple-of-thunder,
If a wuthering of his palmy snow-pinions
scatter a colossal smile
Off him, but meaning motion
fans fresh our wits with wonder.
--
Edmund