Whilft fragrant air fans thy poetic fire, IÓ In fuch an air, how can foft numbers flow, wind, 20 And murmuring ftreams, to grace their nuptials join'd. 25 50 All nature fmil'd; the plains were fresh and 35 V E R S E S PRESENTED TO A LADY, A DRAWING (BY THE AUTHOR) OF Aud with like skill her pen and needle guides; 20 WITH W CUPID. HEN generous Dido in difguife carefs'd This god, and ferdly claip'd him to her breaft, Nor knows the fordid luft of gain, Nor with Fear's tormenting pain BIRTH 40 45 So flies the wounded ftag, provok'd with pain, Bounds o'er the fpacious downs in vain ; 50 The feather'd torment flicks within his fide, And from the fmarting wound a purple tide Marks all his way with blood, and dyes the graffy plain. V. THE OF THE ROSE. FROM THE FRENCH. NCE, on a folemn feftal day Held by th' immortals in the fkies, Flora had fummon'd all the deities The birth of greens and fpringing flowers, 5 Ye fhining graces of my courtly train, 10 15 With humble zeal Heaven's dread commands, Th' applauding deitics with pleafure heard, A bufy face the god of gardens wore; 45 255 50 SIX From various fweets th' exhaling fpirits drew, While, in full canisters, Pomona bore Of richelt fwcets a plenteous ftore; Aud Vefta promis'd wondrous things to do. Gay Venus led a lively train 55 Of Smiles and Graces: the plump god of wine From clusters did the flowing nectar strain, 85 In filence, and with awe profound. Flora thrice bow'd, and thus was heard to pray. Jove mighty Jove! whom all adore; Exert thy great creative power! 69 CANTATA S OR POEMS FOR MUSIC AFTER THE MANNER OF THE ITALIANS. SET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH. "Non ante vulgatas per artes, Verba loquor focianda chordis." CANTATA I. HOR. HEN Beauty's goddefs from the ocean fprung, Afcending, o'er the waves the caft a finile On fair Britannia's happy ifle, And rais'd her tuneful voice, and thus she sung. AIR. Hail Britannia! hail to thee, Thou my favourite land fhalt be. Cyprus too fhall own thy fway, And dedicate to me its groves; Yet Venus and her train of Loves I Will with happier Britain stay. Hail Britannia! hail to thee, Faireft ifland of the fea! 7 hou my favourite land fhalt be To cafe the pain. which lovely eyes To faining theatres he now repairs, 5 Where thus to Mufic's power the fwain addrefs'd his prayers. AIR. Hark, his amorous breezes blow! Zephyr gently courts thee now. Thus on a fruitful hill, in the fair bloom of spring, Love and pleasures gaily flowing, CANT ATA MIRANDA. RECITATIVE. TIRANDA's tuneful voice and fame M'Had reach'd the wondering skies; Charming founds that fweetly languish, Then in a foft melodious lay, Mufic, O compofe my anguish! Every paffion yields to thee; Phabus, quickly then relieve me; Apollo heard the foolish fwain; He knew, when Daphne once he lov'd, 15 How weak, t' affuage an amorous pain, His own harmonious art had prov'd, And all his healing herbs how vain. Then thus he ftrikes the fpeaking strings, Preluding to his voice, and fings. AIR, 20 Sounds, though charming, can't relieve thee; Do not, fhepherd, then deceive thee, Mufic is the voice of love, If the tender maid believe thee, Apollo did thefe grateful praises pay. AIR. Matchlefs charmer! thine fhall be The highest prize of harmony. Phoebus ever will infpire thee, IV. 15 20 And the applauding world admire thee; Io All fhall in thy praife agree. Matchlefs charmer! thine fhall be he higheft prize of harmony. RECITA IVE. The god then fummon'd every Muse t' appear, hear, And fill'd her happy foul with all their fire. AIR. O harmony how wondrous fweet, When all thy moving graces meet, 15 20 How foftly doft thou fteal our ea y hours away! O harmony how wondrous fweet, CANTATA W CORYDON. RECITATIVE. v. HILE Corydon the lonely fhepherd try'd To trace his notes, contending dy'd; At last heas within a myrtle fhade An echo answer al his ftrain; |