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Describe the groves beneath, the sylvan bowers, Her sighing lovers, who in crowds alore,
But see a living prospect drawing near What angels are, when we desire to know,
We form a thought by such as she below, Love's favourite band, selected to maintain
And thenceconclude they're bright beyond compare, His choicest triumphs, and support his reign. Compos'd of all that's goud, and all that's fair. Muse, pay thy homage here yet oh beware!
There yet remains unnam'd a dazzling throng And draw the glorious scene with artful care,
Of nymphs, who to these happy shades belong. For foolish praise is satire on the fair.
O Venus ! lovely queen of soft desires! Behold where bright Urania does advance, For ever dwell where such supply thy fires ! And lightens through the trees with every glance! May Virtue still with Beauty share the sway, A careful pleasure in her air is seen ;
And the glad world with willing zeal obey !
TH' inspiring Muses and the god of Love, Or if with greater glory we submit,
Which most should grace the fair Molinda strove : Pierc'd by her eyes, her humour, or her wit.
Love arm'd her with his how and keenest darts, See next her charming sister, young and gay,
The Muses more enrich'd her mind with arts.
Though Greece in shining temples heretofore In beauty's bloom like the sweet month of May !
Did Venus and Minerva's powers adore, The sportful nymph, once in the neighbouring
The ancients thought no single goddess fit, grove, Surpris'd by chance the sleeping god of Love;
To reign at once o'er Beauty and o'er Wit; His head reclin'd upon a tuft of green,
Each was a separate claim; till now we find And by him scatter'd lay his arrows bright and keen;
The different titles in Molinda join'd. She tied his wings, and stole his wanton dart,
From hence, when at the court, the park, the play, Then, laughing, wak'd the tyrant lord of hearts;
She gilds the evening, or improves the day, He smild, and said " 'Tis well, insulting fair!
All eyes regard her with transporting fire,
One sex with envy burns, and one with fierce desire: Yet how you sport with sleeping Love beware!
But when withdrawn from public show and noise, My loss of darts I quickly can supply, Your looks shall triumph for Love's deity:
In silent works her fancy she employs, And though you now my feeble power disdain,
A smiling train of Arts around her stand, You once perhaps may feel a lover's pain.”
And court improvement from her curious hand. Though Helen's form, and Cleopatra's charms,
She, their bright patroness, o'er all presides, The boast of Fame, once kindled dire alarms;
And with like skill the pen and needle guides; Those dazzling lights the world no more must view,
By this we see gay silken landscapes wrought, And scarce would think the bright description true,
By that, the landscape of a beauteous thought : Did not that ray of beauty, more divine,
Whether her voice in tuneful airs she moves, In Mira's eyes by transmigration shine.
Or cuts dissembled flowers and paper groves, Her shape, her air, proportion, lovely face,
Her voice transports the ear with soft delight, And matchless skin contend with rival grace;
Her flowers and groves surprise the ravish'd sight:
Which ev'n to Nature's wouders we prefer;
All but that wonder Nature form'd in her.
A LETTER TO A FRIEND
IN THE COUNTRY.
Whilst thou art happy in a blest retreat,
And free from care dost rural songs repeat, And spread them into life, and gently chide their Whilst fragrant air fans thy poetic fire, stay.
And pleasant groves with sprightly notes inspire, The court that skill, by which we're sure to die; (Groves whose recesses and refreshing shade The modest fair would fain our suit deny,
Indulge th' invention, and the judgment aid) And sings unwillingly with trembling fear,
I, midst the smoke and clamours of the town, As if concern'd our ruin is so near;
That choke my Muse, and weigh my fancy down, So generous victors softest pity know,
Pass my unactive hours;
In such an air, how can soft numbers flow,
Are but some sparks that soon as born expire. Not Venus star, the brightest of the sphere,
Hail happy Woods! harbours of Peace and Joy! Smiles so serene, or casts a light so clear.
Where no black cares the mind's repose destroy! O happy brother of this wondrous fair!
Where grateful Silence unmolested reigns, The best of sisters well deserves thy care;
Assists the Muse, and quickens all her strains,
Snch were the scenes of our first parents' love, I The poison'd shaft, the Parthian bow, and speas
He hurls impetuous through the field; And murmuring streams, to grace their nuptials In vain you lace the helm, and heave iu vain the join'd.
If o'er the steepy Alps he go,
· Vast mountains of eternal snow, Alight I with you my peaceful days live o'er,
Or where fam'd Ganges and Hydaspes flow; You, and my friend, whose absence I deplore,
If o'er parch'd Libya's desert land, Calm as a gentle brook's unruffled tide
Where threatening from afar Should the delicious flowing minutes glide;
'Th' affrighted traveller Discharg'd of care, on unfrequented plains,
Encounters moving hills of sand; We'd sing of rural joys in rural strains.
No sense of danger can disturb his rest; No false corrupt delights our thoughts should move,
He fears no human force, nor savage beast; But joys of friendship, poetry, and love.
Impenetrable courage steels his manly breast. While others fondly feed ambition's fire, And to the top of human state aspire,
Thus, late within the Sabine grore, That from their airy eminence they may
While free from care, and full of love, With pride and scorn th' inferior world survey,
I raise my tuneful voice, and stray
A grizly wolf, with glaring eye,
A fiercer monster ne'er, in quest of food, · VERSES PRESENTED TO A LADY,
Apulian forests did molest;
Numidia never saw a more prodigious beast; WITH A DRAWING (BY THE AUTHOR) OF CUPID.
Numidia, mother of the yellow brood
Where the stern lion shakes his knotted mane, When generous Dido in disguise caress'd
And roars aloud for prey, and scours the spacious This god, and fondly clasp'd him to her breast, Soon the sly urchin storm'd her tender heart,
plain. And amorous flames dispers'd through every part. Place me where no soft brecze of summer wind In vain she strove to check the new-born tire,
Did e'er the stilen'd soil unbind, It scorn'd her weak essays, and rose the higher: Where no refreshing warmth e'er durst invade, In vain from feasts and balls relief she sought,
But Winter holds his unmolested seat, The Trojan youth alone employ'd her thought:
In all his hoary robes array'd,
[beat. Yet Fate oppos'd her unrewarded care;
And rattling storms of hail, and noisy tempeste Forsaken, scorn'd, she perish'd in despair.
Place me beneath the scorching blaze No such event, fair nymph, you need to fear,
Of the fierce Sun's immediate rays, Smiles, withont darts, alone attend him here;
Where house or cottage ne'er were seen, Weak and unarm'd, not able to surprise,
Nor rovted plant or tree, nor springing green;
Charm'd with the music of thy name,
BOOK II. ODE NVI
Otium Divos rogat in patenti
Prensus Ægæo, &c.
IMITATED IN PARAPHRASE.
INDULGENT Quiet! power serene, . To conscious sous direct thy fight! There brood on guilt, fix there a loath'd embrace,
Mother of Peace, and Joy, and Love!
O say, thou calm propitious queen,
Say, in what solitary grove,
Within what hollow rock, or winding coll, Go, haunt the slave that stains bis hands in gore!
By human eyes unsien, Possess the perjur'dinind, and rack the usurer more,
Like some retreated Druid, dost thou dwell?
And why, illusive goddess' why, Than his oppression did the poor before.
When we thy mansion would surrond, ' Vainly: you feeble wretches, you prepare
Why dost thou lead us throug!ı enchanted ground, The glittering forgery of war:
| Tonock our vain research, and from our wishes ilye
The wandering sailors, pale with fear, 1 Thee shining wealth and plenteous joys surround, For thee the gods implore,
And, all thy fruitful fields around, When the tempestuous sea runs high,
Upnumber'd herds of cattle stray. And when, through all the dark benighted sky, Thy harness'd steeds with sprightly voice No friendly moon or stars appear
Make neighbouring vales and hills rejoice, To guide their steerage to the shore:
While smoothly thy gay chariot nies o'er the swift For thee the weary soldier prays;
measur'd way. Furious in fight, the sons of Thrace,
To me the stars, with less profusion kind,
An humble fortune have assign'd, .
And no untuneful lyric vein,
But a sincere contented mind, Renounce the warrior's tempting praise, That can the vile malignant crowd disdain.
And buy thee, if thou might'st be sold, With gems, and purple vests, and stores of plunder'd
gold. But neither boundless wealth, nor guards that wait
THE BIRTH OF THE ROSE.
FROM THE FRENCH.
Held by th’immortals in the skies,
Flora had summon'd all the deities And their foul nests, like swallows, build
That rule o'er gardens, or survey Close to the palace-roofs, and towers that pierce the The birth of greens and springing flowers, " sky.
And thus address'd the genial powers. Much less will Nature's modest wants supply;
“ Ye shining Graces of my courtly train, And happier lives the homely swain, Who, in some cottage, far from noise,
The cause of this assembly know! His few paternal gooris enjoys,
In sovereign majesty I reign
O'er the gay flowery universe below;
Yet, my increasing glory to maintain,
A queen I'll choose with spotless honour fair,
The delegated crown to wear. Vain man! that in a narrow space
Let me your counsel and assistance ask, At endless game projects the daring spear!
T” accomplish this momentous task.” For short is lifc's uncertain race: 'Then why, capricious mortal! why
The deities that stood around, Dust thon for happiness repair
At first return'da murmuring sound; To distant climates, and a foreign air?
Then said, “ Fair goddess, do you know Fool! from thyself thou canst not fly,
The factious feuds this must create, Thyself, the source of all thy care.
What jealous rage and mutual hate 30 flies the wounded staz, provok'd with pain, Among the rival flowers will grow? Bounds o'er the spacious downs in vain ;
The vilest thistle that infests the plain The feather'd torment sticks within his side.
Will think his tawdry painted pride And from the smarting wound a parple tide
Deserves the crown; and, if deny'd, Marks all his way with blood, and dyės the grassy
Perhaps with traitor-plots, molest your reign.” plain.
“ Vain are your fears, Flora reply'd, . But swifter far is execrable Care
"Tis fix'd-and hear how l’ll the cause decido. Than tags, or winds that through the skies
“ Deep in a venerable wood Thick-driving snows and gather'd tempests bear; Where oaks, with vocal skill endued, Pu: suing Care the sailing ship out-ilies,
Did wondrous oracles of old impart, Climbs the tall vessel's painted sides;
Beneath a little hill's inclining side, Nor leaves arm'd squadrons in the field,
A grotto's seen where Nature's art But with the marching horseinen rides,
Is exercis'd in all her smiling pride. Andriwells alike in courts and camps, and makes all Retir'd in this sweet grassy cell, placıs yield.
A lovely wood-nymph once did dwell. Then, since no state's completely blest,
She always pleas'd; for more than mortal fire ... Let's learn the bitter to allay
Shone in her eyes, and did her charms inspire; With gentle unirth, and wisely gay
A Dryad bore the beauteous nymph, a Sylvan was Enjoy at least the present day,
(her sire. And leave to Fate the rest.
Chaste, wise, devont, she still obey'j Nor with vain fear of ills to come
With humble zeal Heaven's dread commands, Anticipate th' appointed doom.
To every action ask'd our aid, . Soon did Achilles quit the stage,
And oft before our altars pray'd; The hero fell by sudden death;
Pure was her heart, and undetild her hands. While Tithon to a tedious wasting age
She's dead--and froin her sweet remains Drew his protracted breath. ,
The wondrous mixture I would take, And thus old partial Tine, my friend,
This much desired, this perfect flower to make. Perhaps, unask'd, to worthless me
Assist, and thus with our transformning pains,. Those hours of lengthen'd life may lend, We'll dignify the garden-beds, and grace our face Which die'll refuse ly thce. .
Th' applauding deities with pleasure heard, | words, it may be proper to acquaint the public, And for the grateful work prepar'd.
that they are the first essays of this kind, and A busy face the god of Gardens wore;
were written as an experiment of int.oducing a Vertumnus of the party too,
sort of composition, which had never been na. From various sweets th’ exhaling spirits drew: turalized in our language. Those who are affectWhile, in full canisters, Pomona bore
edly partial to the Italian tongne will scarce alOf richest fruits a plenteous store;
low music to speak any other; but if reason may And Vesta promis'd wondrous things to do. be admitted to have any share in these entertainGay Venus led a lively train
ments, nothing is more necessary than that the Of smiles and graces: the plump god of Wine words should be understood, without which the From clusters did the flowing neciar strain, end of vocal music is lost. The want of this ocAnd filla large goblets with his juice divine. casions a common complaint, and is the chief, if
Thus charg'd, they seek the honour'd shade not the only reason, that the best works of Scar
Where liv'd and died the spotless maid. lati and other Italians, except those performed in On a soft couch of turf the body lay;
operas, are generally but little known or regarded Th’approaching deities press'd all around,
here. Besides, it may be observed, without any Prepar'd the sacred rites to pay
dishonour to a language which has been adorned In silence, and with awe profound.
by some writers of excellent genius, and was the Flora thrice bow'd, and thus was heard to pray.
first among the moderns in which the art of poetry “ Jove! mighty Jove! whom all adore,
was revived and brought to any perfection, that Exert thy great creative power!
in the great number of their operas, serenatas, Let this fair corpse be mortal clay no more;
and cantatas, the words are often much inferior to Transform it to a tree, to bear a beauteous flower"
the composition; and though, by their abounding Scarce had the goddess spoke, when see!
with vowels, they have an inimitable aptness and The nymph's extended limbs the form of branches
facility for notes, the writers for music have not
always made the best use of this advantage, or wear: Behold the wondrous change, the fragrant tree!
seem to, have relied on it so much as to have reTo leaves was turn'd her flowing hair;
garded little else; so that Mr. Waller's remark on And rich diffus'd perfumes regal'd the wanton air.
another occasion may be frequently applied to
them: Heavens! what new charm, what sudden light, Improves the grot, and entertains the sight! Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song. A sprouting bud begins the tree t'adorn;
Yet so great is the force of sounds well chosen The large the sweet vermilion flower is born!
and skilfully executed, that, as they can hide inThe goddess thrice on the fair infant breath'd,
different sense, and a kind of associated pleasure To spread it into life, and to convey
arises from the words though they are but mean; The fragrant soul, and every charm bequeath'd
so the impression cannot fail of being in propor'To make the vegetable princess gay:
tion much greater, when the thoughts are natural Then kiss'd it thrice: the general silence broke, And thus in loud rejoicing accents spoke.
and proper, and the expressions unaffected and
agreeable. “ Ye flowers at any command attendant here, Since, therefore, the English language, though Pay homage, and your sovereign Rose revere! inferior in smoothness, has been found not inca. No sorrow on your drooping leaves be seen ; pable of harmony, nothing would perhaps be want. Let all be proud of such a queen,
ing towards introducing the most elegant style of So fit the floral crown to wear,
music, in a nation which has given such generous To glorify the day, and grace the youthful year.” encouragements to it, if our best poets would someThus speaking, she the new-born favourite times assist this design, and make it their diversion
The transformation was complete; (crown'd, to improve a sort of verse, in regular measures. The deities with songs the queen of flowers did greet: purposely fitted for music, and which, of all the
Soft flutes and tuneful harps were heard to sound; modern kinds, seems to be the only one that can
since poetry and music are so nearly allied, it is a
perfect strangers to the other. If, therefore, a SIX CANTATAS, OR POEMS FOR MUSIC, better correspondence were settled between the two AFTER THE MANNER OF THE ITALIANS.
sister arts, they would probably contribute to each
other's improvement. The expressions of harSET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH.
mony, cadence, and a good ear, which are said Non antè vulgatas per artes
to be so necessary in poetry, being all borrowed
from music, show at least, if they signify any Verba loquor socianda chordis.
thing, that it would be no improper help for a
poet to understand more than the metaphorical THE PREFACE,
sense of them. And on the other hand, a com
poser can never judge where to lay the accent of AS IT WAS PRINTED BEFORE THE MUSIC.
his music, who does not know, or is not made sen. TO THE LOVERS OF MUSIC.
sible, where the words have the greatest beauty
and force. MR. Pepusch having desired that some account. There is one thing in compositions of this sort should be prefixed to these cantatas relating to the which seems a little to want explaining, and that
is the recitative music, which many people hear
Beauty's palm is thine confess'd.
Beauty's palm is thine confessid citative style in composition is founded on that variety of accent which pleases in the pronunciation of a good orator, with as little deviation from
CANTATA II. it as possible. The different tones of the voice,
ALEXIS. in astonishment, joy, sorrow, rage, tenderness in affirmations, apostrophes, interrogations, and all
RECITATIVE. the varieties of speech, make a sort of natural
See, from the silent grove Alexis flies, music, which is very agreeable; and this is what
And seeks with every pleasing art is intended to be imitated, with some helps by the composer, but without approaching to what we
To ease the pain, which lovely eyes
Created in his heart. cail a tune or air; so that it is but a kind of im- 1
To shining theatres he now repairs, proved elocution or pronouncing the words in mu
To learn Camilla's moving airs, sical cadences, and is indeed wholly at the mercy
Where thus to Music's power the swain address'd his of the performer to make it agreeable or not, according to his skill or ignorance, like the reading
AIR. of verse, which is not every one's talent. This
Charming sounds! that sweetly languish, short accoun, may possibly suffice to show how
Music, O compose my anguish! properly the recitative has a place in compositions
Every passion yields to thee; of any length, to relieve the car with a variety,
Phæbus quickly then relieve me: and to introduce the airs with the greater ad
Cupid shall no more deceive me; As to Mr. Pepusch's success in these compo
I'll to sprightlier joys be free, sitions, I am not at liberty to say any more than
RECITATIVE. that he has, I think, very naturally expressed the
Apollo heard the foolish swain; sense of the words. He is desirous the public He knew, when Daphne once he lov'd, should be informed, that they are not only the first How weak, t'assuage an amorous pain, he has attempted in English, but the first of any | His own harmonious art had provid, of his works published by himself; and as he And all his healing herbs how vain. wholly submits them to the judgment of the lovers Then thus he strikes the speaking strings, of this art, it will be a pleasure to him to find, that Preluding to his voice, and sings. his endeavours to promote the composing of music
AIR. in the English language, after a new model, are Sounds, though charming, can't relieve thee; favourably accepted.
Do not, shepherd, then deceive thee,
Music is the voice of Love.
Will alone thy pain remove.
Ascending, o'er the waves she cast a smile
On fair Britannia's happy isle,
And dedicate to me its groves;
Yet Venus and her train of Loves
And saw the power whom gods and men adore,
O welcome! welcome to my shorel
Goddess of the youthful Year!
Zephyr gently courts thee now:
Hark, his amorous breezes blow!
The tuneful Colinet, his voice did raise,
The vales remurmur'd with his lays,