The Lady of the Lake

How it begins.

Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung, Till envious ivy did around thee cling, Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,-- O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring, Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep, Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep? Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon, [10] Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd, When lay of hopeless love, or glory won, Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud. At each according pause was heard aloud Thine ardent symphony sublime and high!

The Lady of the Lake · Walter Scott

• MichaelStandardAmerican · male · the free engine0:43

This is the passage the app plays when you tap Play Sample, here in one of the Standard engine’s voices. In the app it is generated on your device, in whichever voice you have picked.