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AIR.

AIR.

The god of Love his motion spies,
Love and pleasures gaily flowing,

Lays by the pipe, and shoots a dart
Come this charming season grace!

Through Corydon's unwary heart,
Smile, ye fair! your joys bestowing,

Then, smiling, from his ambush fies;
Spring and youth will soon be going,

While in his room, divinely bright,
Seize the blessings ere they pass :

The reigning beauty of the groves surpris'd the Love and pleasures gaily flowing,

shepherd's sight.
Come this charming season grace!

AIR.
Who, from love his heart sccuring,

Can avoid th'enchanting pain?
CANTATA IV.

Pleasure calls with voice allurins,

Beauty softly binds the chain. .
MIRANDA.

Who, from love his heart securing,
RECITATIVE.

Can avoid th' enchanting pain?
Miranda's tuneful voice and fame
Had reach'd the wondering skies;
From Heaven the god of Music caine,

CANTATA VI.
And own'd a pleas'd surprise ;

THE COQUET.
Then in a soft melodious lay,
Apollo did these grateful praises pay.

RECITATIVE,
AIR.

Alry Cloe, proud and young,
Matchless charmer! thine shall be

The fairest tyrant of the plain,
The highest prize of harmony.

Laugh'd at her adoring swain.
Phoebus ever will inspire thee,

He sadly sigh'd-she gayly sung,
And th' applauding world admire thee;

And wanton, thus reproach'd his pain.
All shall in thy praise agree.
Matchless charmer! thine shall be

Leave me, silly shepherd, go,
The highest prize of harmony.

You only tell me what I know,
RECITATIVE.

You view a thousand charms in me;
The god then summon'd every Muse t'appcar,

Then cease thy prayers, I'll kinder grow, And hail their sister of the quire; (bear,

When I can view such charms in thce. Smiling they stood around, her soothing strains to

Leave me, silly shepherol, go; And till'd her happy soul with all their fire.

You only tell me what I know,

You view a thousand charms in me.
AIR.
O Harmony! how wondrous sweet,

RECITATIVE.
Dost thou our cares allay!

Amyntor, fir'd by this disdain,
When all thy moving graces meet,

Curs'd the proud fair, and broke his chain; How softly dost thou steal our easy hours away!

He rav'd, and at the scorner swore,
O Harmony! how wondrous sweet,

And vow'd he'd be Love's fool no more---
Dost thou our cares allay!

Bat Cloe smild, and thus she call'd him back again.

AIR.

Shepherd, this I've done to prove thee,
CANTATA V.

Now thon art a man, I love thee:

And without a blush resign.
CORYDO.V.

But wngrateful is the passion,

And destroys our inclination,
RECITATIVE.

When, like slaves, our lovers whinc.
WHILE Corydon the lonely shepherd try'd

Shepherd, this l've done to prove thee,
His tuneful flute, and charm'd the grove, Now thou art a man, I love thee,
The jealous nightingales, that strove

And without a blush resign.
To trace his notes, contending dy'd;
At last he hears within a myrtle shade

An echo answer all his strain;
Love stole the pipe of sleeping Pan, and play'd;
Then with his voicc decoys the listening swain,

PRAISES OF HEROIC VIRITE,
AIR. WITH A FLUTE.
Gay shepherd, to befriend thee,

FROM THE FRACMENTS OF TYRTAUS.
Here pleasing scenes attend thee,

TRANSLATED IN THE YEAR 1701, ON OCCASION OF O this way speed thy pace! If music can delight thee,

THE KING OF FRANCE'S BREAKING THE Or visions fair invite thee, This bower's the happy place.

PEACE OF RYSWICK. Gay shepherd, to befriend thee,

O SPARTAN vouths! what fascinating charms Here pleasing scenes attend thee,

| Have froze your blood? why rust your idle arins ? O this way speed thy pace!

When, with awakeu'd courage, will you go,
RECITATIVE.

And ininds resolv'd, to meet the threat'ning foe?
The shepherd rose, he gaz'd around, | What! shall our vile lethargic sloth betrar
And vainly sought the magic sound; TiTo greedy neighbours an unguarded prey?

THE

Or com you see their armies rush from far,

RECITATIVE. And sit secure amidst the rage of war?

Bright Venus and her son stood by, Ye gods! how great, how glorious 'tis to sce

And heard a proud disdainful fair The warrior-hcro fight for liberty,

Thus boast her wretched liberty ; For his d-ar children, for his tender wife,

They scorn'd she should the raptures share, For all the valued joys, and soft supports of life!

Which their happier captives know, Then let himn draw his sword, and take the field,

Nor would Cupid dras his cow And fortify his breast behind the spacious shield. To wound the nymph, but laugh'd out this reply. Nor fear to die; in vain you shun your fate,

AIR. Nor can you shorten, nor prolong its date;

Proud and foolish! hear your fate! For life's a measur'd race, and he that flies

Waste your routh, and sigh too late From darts and fighting foes, at home inglorious

ror joys which now you say you hate. No gricvi g crowds his obsequies attend; (dies;

When your decaying eyes But all applaud and weep the soldier's end,

Can dart their fire's no more, Who, desperately brave, in fight sustains

The wrinkles of threescore Inti ted woun's, and hononrable stains,

Shall make you vainly wise. And falls a sacrifice to Glory', harins:

Proud and foolish! hear your fate! But if a just success shall crown his arms,

Waste your youth, and sigh too late For his return the rescued people wait,

Tor joys which now you say you hate. To see the guardian genins of the state; With rapture viewing his majestic face, His dauntless mion, and every martial grace, They'll bless the toils he for their safety bure,

SONG
Adınire them living, and when dead adore.

Would you gain the tender creature,
Softly-gently-kindly-treat her!

Suffering is the lover's part:
UNDER THE PRINT OF

Beanty by constraint possessing,
TOM BRITTO.V.

You enjoy but half the blessing,

Litcless charms without the heart.
THE MUSICAL SMALL-COAL MAN.
THOUGH mcan thy rank, yet in thy humble cell
Did gentle Peace and arts unpurchas'd dwell.
Well plcas d Apollo thither led his train,
And Musie warbled in her sweetest strain;

CUPID AND SCARLATI,
Cullenius so, as fables tell, and Jove, .

A CANTATA.
Came willins guests to poor Philemon's grove.
Let useless Poinp behold, and blush to find

SET BY MR. PE PI'SCR.
So low a station, such a liberal mind.

RECITATIVE.
Oy silver Tyber's vocal shore,

The tam'd Scarlati strook his lyre,
SONG.

And strove, with charms unknown before,
THE FAIR TRAVELLER.

The springs of tuneful sound t'explore, Ix young Astrea's sparkling eye,

Beyond what Art alone could e'er inspire; Resistless Love has fix'd his throne;

When see-the sweet assay to hear,

Venus with her son drew near,
A thousand lovers bleeding lie
For her, with wounds thcy fear to own.

And, pleas d to ask the master's aid,

The mother goddess, smiling, said While the coy beauty speeds her flight

AIR. To distant groves from whence she came;

Harmonious son of Phebus, see, So lightning vanishes from sight,

'Tis Love, 'risliule Love I bring Bat leaves the forest in a fame!

The queen of beauty sucs to thee,
To teach her wanton boy to sing.

RECITATII E.
A CANTATA.

The pleas'd musician hard aith joy,
SET BY MR. D. PURCELL.

And, proud to teach th' immortal bor,

Did all his songs and heateniy skill impart;
AIR.

The boy, to recompense his art,
Love, I defy thce!

Repeating. did each song improve,
Venus, I fly thee!

And breath'd into his airs the charms of love, I'm of chaste Diana's train.

And taught the master thus to touch the heart.
Away, thou winged boy!

AIR.
Thou bear'st thy darts in vain,

Love inspiring,
I hate the languid joy,

Sounds pe. sua ting,
i mock the tritting pain.

Makes his carts resistics, Ay;
Love, I defy thee!

Beanty aking,
Venos. I fly thee!

Arts ilspirint,
I'm of chaste Diana's train

Gives then wings to riac more higz.

A CANTATA.

| The nymph look'd back, well pleas'd to see SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY SIGNIOR NICOLINI HAYM.

That Damon ran as swift as she.

Pastora fed to a shady grove;
AIR.

Damon view'd her,
Ye tender powers! how shall I move

And pursu'd her;
A careless maid, that laughs at love?

Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love.
Cupid, to my succour fy:
Come with all thy thrilling darts,
Thy melting flames to soften hearts;
Conquer for me, or I die!

A PASTORAL MASQUE.
Ye tender powers! how shall I move
A careless maid, that laughs at love?

SCENE, A PROSPECT OF A WOOD.
Cupid, to my succour fly!

ENTER A SHEPHERD, AND SINGS.
RECITATIVE.
Thus, in a melancholy shade,

Ye nymphs and shepherds of the grove,
A pensive lover to his aid

That know the pleasing pains of love, Invok'd the god of warm desire;

Fager for th' expected blessing, Love heard him, and, to gain the maid,

Sighing, panting for possessing ! Did this successful thought inspire.

Leave your tlocks, and haste away,

With solemn state,
AIR.

To celebrate
Take her humour, smile, be gay,

Cupid and Hymen's holiday. In her favourite follies join, That's the charm will make her thine. Enter a band of shepherds on one side with garCast thy serious airs away,

lands; on the other side, shepherdesses with Freely courting,

canisters of flowers. Toying, sporting, Soothe her hours with amorous play.

CHORUS: Take her humour, smile, be gay,

From the echoing hills, and the jovial plains, In her favourite follies join,

Where pleasure, and plenty, and happiness reigns; That's the charm will make her thine.

We leave our flocks, and haste away,

With solemn state

To celebrate

Cupid and Hymen's holiday.
PASTORA,
A CANTATA.

[A dance here ]
SET BY MR. PEPUSCH.

Scene opening discovers a pleasant bower, with

the god of love asleep,, attended by Cupids, RECITATIVE,

some playing with his bow, others sharpening Os fam'd Arcadia's flowery plains,

his arrows, &c. On each side the bower, walks The gay Pastora once was heard to sing ;

of cypress trees, and fountains playing; a disa Close by a fountain's crystal spring,

tant landscape terminates the prospect. She warbled out her merry strains.

Verse for a shepherdess, with flutes.
Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

See the mighty power of love,
You must every humour try;

Sleeping in a Cyprian grore!
Sometimes flatter, sometimes teaze us,

Nymphs and shepherds, gently shed

Spices round his sacred head;
Often laugh, and sometimes cry.
Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

On his lovely body shower
You must every humour try.

Leaves of roses, virgin lilies,
Soft denials

Cowslips, violets, daffodilies,
Are but trials,

And with garlands dress the bower.
You must follow when we fly.

Rittornel of flutes. After which Cupid rises, and Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

sings, with his bow drawn.
You must every humour try.

Yield to the god of soft desires!
RECITATIVE.
Damon, who long ador'd the sprightly maid,

Whose gentle influence inspires
Yet never durst his love relate,

Every creature

Throughout nature
Resolv'd at last to try his fate;
He sigh'd !-she smild! He kneeld and pray'd! |

With sprightly joys and genial fires,
She frown'd;-he rose, and walk'd away,

Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs,
But, soon returning, look'd mors gay,
And sung and danc'd, and on his pipe a cheerful

Hail, thou potent deity!

Every creature
echo play'd.

Throughout nature. .
AIR. WITH AN ECHO OF FLUTES.

Owns thy power as well as we.
Pastora fled to a shady grove;
Damon view'd her,

Enter Hymen in a saffron-coloured robe, a chaplet
And pursu'd her;

of flowers on his head, and in his hand the Cupid laugh’d, and crown'd his love,

nuptial torch; attended by priests,

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This shining empress to array, When you present her all your train of Loves,

Your chariot, and your murmuring doves, Tell her she wants one charm to make the rest inore

Then, siniling, to th' harmonious beauty say:

AIR. To a lovely face and air, Let a tender heart be join'd. Love can make you doubly fair ; Music's sweeter when you're kind. To a lovely face and air, Let a tender heart be join'd.

HYMEN.
Behold a greater power than he,
Behold the marriage deity!

Chorus, by Hymen's attendants.
Behold the marriage deity!

CUPID, SMILING.
Behold the god of household strife,
That spoils the happy lover's life,
And turns a mistress to a wife!

HYMEX
Poolish and inconstant boy!
Thine's a transitory joy;
Sudden fits in Pleasure's ferer;
Hymen's blessings last for ever.

CUPID.
Ilymen's bondage lasts for ever;
Love's free pleasures failing never,

HYMEN,
Lore's stolen pleasures, insincere,
Purchas'd at a rate too dear,
Shame and sorrow will destroy,
If Hymnen license not the joy.

BOTH TOGETHER
Then let us join hands and unite.

Last Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs. Hoe happy, how happy, how happy are we, Where Cupid and Hymen in consort agree ! We'll rerel all day with sports and delight, And Hymen and Cupid shall govern the night.

A TRAGMEVT. In every age, to brighter honours born, Which loveliest nymphs and sweetest bards adorn, Beauty and Wit each other's aid require, And poets sing what once the fair inspire; The fair for ever thus her charms prolong, And live rewarded in the tuneful song. Thus Sacharissa shines in Waller's lays, And she, who rais'd his genius, shares his praise. Each does in each a mutual life infuse, Th’inspiring Beauty, the recording Muse.

CLAUDIANUS.

A CANTATA.

SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

IN EPITHALAMIO HONORII ET MARIÆ. CUNCTATUR stupefacta Venus. Nunc ora puellæ, Nunc flaram niveo miratur vertice matrem. Hæc modo crescenti, plenæ par altera lunæ:. Assurgit ceu fortè ininor sub matre virenti Laurus : & ingentes ramos, olinique futuras Promittit jam parva comas: vel tiore sub uno, Ceu geminæ Pastana rose per jugera regnant. Hæc largo matura die, saturataque vernis Roribus, indulget spatio: latet altera nodo, Nec teneriş audet foliis adınittere soles.

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RECITATIVE.
Vexus! the throne of beauty now resign!

Behold on Earth a conquering fair,
Who more deserves Love's crown to wear!
Not thy own star so bright in Heaven does shine.
Ask of thy son her name, who with his dart
Has deeply gravd it in my heart;
Or ask the god of tuneful sound,

Who sings it to his lyre,

And does this maid inspire
With his own art, to give a surer wound,

AIR,
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet;
Could Narcissus see or hear her,
From his fountain he would fly,
And, with awe approaching near her,
For a real beauty die.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet.

RECITATIVE.
Yet, Venus, once again my suit attend;
And when from Heaven you shall descend,

Venus coming to a nuptial ceremony, and enter

ing the room, sees the bride and ber mother sitting together, &c. On which occasion Claudian makes the following description. The goddess paus'd; and, held in deep amaze, Now views the mother's, now the daughter's face; Different in each, yet equal beauty glows, That, the full moon, and this, the crescent shows: Thus, rais'd beneath its parent tree, is seen The laurel shoot, while, in its early green, Thick-sprouting leaves and branches are essay'd, And all the promise of a future shade. Or, blooming thus, in happy Pæstan fields, One common stock two lovely roses yields; Mature by vernal dews, this dares display Its leaves full blown, and boldly meets the day;

That, folded in its tender nonage, lies | A beauteous bud, nor yet admits the skies,

AN ODE IN PRAISE OF MUSIC.
PERFORMED AT STATIONER'S HALL, 1703.
Descende Calo, & dic age tibia,
Regina, longum, Calliope, melos,
Seu voce nunc mavis acutâ
Seu fidibus Cytharâve Phabi.

Hore

À CANTATA
EET BY MR. PEPOSCH,

AIR.
Foolish Love! I scorn thy darts,
And all thy little wanton arts,
To captivate unmaniy hearts.
Shall a woman, proud and coy,
Make me languish for a toy?
Foolish Love! I scorn thy darts,
And all thy little wanton aris,
To captivate unmanly hearts.

RECITATIVE,
Thus Strephon mock'd the power of Love, and swore

His freedom he would still maintain,
Nor ever wear th' inglorious chain,

Or slavishly adore.
But when Lamira cross'd the plain,
The shepherd gaz'd, and thus revers'd his strain.

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(Begin with a chorus.)
Awake, cælestial Harmony !
Awake, cælestial Harmony !
Turn thy vocal sphere around,
Goddess of melodious sound.
Let the trumpet's shrill voice,

And the drum's thundering noise,
Rouze every dull mortal from sorrows profound.

See, see!
The mighty power of Harmony!
Behold how soon its charms can chase
Grief and gloom from every face!

How swift its raptures fly,
And thrill thro' every soul, and brighten every eye!

Proceed, sweet charmer of the ear!
Proceed; and through the mellow flute,

The moving lyre,
And solitary lute,
Melting airs, soft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's praver;

Joys to flatter dull Despair,
And softly sooth the amorous fire.

CHORUS.
Melting airs, soft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Moung as a lurer's prayer;

Joys to fatter duil Despair,
And softly sooth the ainorous fire.
Now let the sprightly violin
A louder strain begin;

And now
Let the decp-month'd organ blow,
Swol it high, and sink it low,

Hark! how the treble and base
In wanton fugues each other chase,
And swift divisions run their airy race!
Through all the travers' scale they fly,

In winding labyrinths of harmony:
By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and die

CHORUS.
In winding labyrinths of harmony,

Through all the trave rs'd scale they fly:
By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and dic.
Ye sons of Art, once more rènew your strains ;
In lottier verse, and lofticr lays,

Your voices raise,

To Music's praise !
A nobler song remains.
Sing how the great Creator-God,

On wings of flarning cherubs rode,
To make a world; and, round the dark abyss,
Turn'd the golden compasses',
The compasses in l'ate's bigh storehouse found:
“ Thus far extend," he said; “be this

O World, thy ineasur'd bound.”

Why, too amorous hero! why

Dost thou the war forego,
At Celia's feet to lie,

And sighing tell thy woe?
Can you think that sneaking air
Fit to move th' unpitying fair?
She laughs to see thee trifle so.
Why, too amorous hero! why

Dost thou the war forego,
At Celia's feet to lie,
And sighing tell thy woe?

RECITATIVE.
Cleander heard not this advice,

Nor would his languishing refrain.
But while to Celia once he pray'd in vain,

By chance his image in a glass he spies,
And, blushing at the sight, he grew a man again.

AIR. WITH A TRUMPET.
Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms!
I come, I come, the warrior cries,
And from scornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.
Celia beholds his alter'd brow,
And would regain her lover now.
Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms!
I come, I come, the warrior cries,
And from s'ornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.

"Milton.

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