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SERENATA FOR TWO VOICES,
IN LIBRO PRIMO EPISTOLARUM.
Incipe. Vivendi rectè qui prorogat horam,
Rusticus expectat duin defluat amnis : at ille
Labitur & labetur in omne volubilis ævum.
TO-MORROW cheats us all. Why dost thon stay In melodious union joining,
And leave undone what should be done to-day? Best the wondrous joys can tell,
Begin-the present minute's in thy power;
But still t'adjourn, and wait a fitter hour,
Is like the clown, who at some river's side
Expecting stands, in hopes the running tide
Will all ere long be past-Fool! not to know
It still has tlow'd the same, and will for ever flow. Well may the Arts a trophy raise,
Music grows sweeter in her praise,
ON A COLLAR
PRESENTED FOR HAPPY GILL, 1712.
Thou little favourite of the fair!
When thou these golden bands shalt wear,
The hand that bincis them softly kiss, Think 'tis Phobus' strains they hear:
With conscious joy, and own thy bliss, And Cupid, drawing near to wound her,
Proud of his chain, who would not be Drops bis bow, and stands to hear.
| A slave, to gain her smiles, like thee?
THE CHARACTER OF THE
LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISHI HOLLES”. Behold the happy conquest of her eyes, A hero is the glorious prize!
1712-13. in courts, in cainps, through distant realms reCleander comes-Victoria, see, (nown'd,
Such early wisdom, such a lovely face, He comes, with British honour crown'd;
Such modest greatness, such attractive grace; Love leads his eager steps to thee.
Wit, beauty, goodness, charity, and truth,
The riper sense of age, the bloom of youth!
Whence is it, that in one fair piece we find
These various beauties of the female kind : The fair his flame approves.
Sure but in one such different charms agree, Consenting blushes warm her cheeks,
And Henrietta is that phenix-she. She smiles,--she yields, -she loved.
TRUTH, HONOUR, HONESTY.
THE MOTTO CHOSEN BY THE RIGHT BON. THE Behold! by ardent vows drawn down, Immortal Concord, heavenly bright,
LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH HOLLES, Array'd in robes of purest light,
In thee, bright maid, though all the virtues shine, Descends, th’auspicious rites to crowIi.
With rival beams, and every grace is thine,
Yet three, distinguish'd by thy early voice,
Excite our praise, and well deserve thy choice. And strains prophetic thus attune the strings. Immortal Truth in Heaven itself displays DUETTO.
Her charms celestial born, and purest rays,
Which thence in streams, like golden sunshine, flow, I VOICE. The swain his nymph possessing,
And shed their light on minds like yours below. 2 VOICE. The nymph her swain caressing, 1 and 2.
SShall still improve the blessing.
! This lady, also celebrated by Mr. Prior in a ČWhile rolling years are flying,
beautiful ode, called Colin's Mistake, was afterLove, Hymen's lamp supplying, wards married to Edward earl of Oxford, and was LOTH. 3 With fuel never dying,
mother of the present dutchess dowager of PortShall still the flame renew,
Fair Honour, next in beauty and in grace,
Yet stone and brass our hopes betray, Shines in her turn, and claims the second place; Age steals the mimic forms and characters away She fills the well-born soul with noble fires,
In vain, O Egypt, to the wondering skies, And generous thoughts and godlike acts inspires. With giant pride, thy pyrainids arise; Then Honesty, with native air, succeeds,
Whate'er their vast and gloomy vaults contain, Plain is her look, unartful are her deeds;
No names distinct of their great dead remain.
Beneath the mass confus'u, in heaps thy monarchs And, just alike to friends and foes, she draws The bounds of right and wrong, nor errs from equal
Unknown, and blended in mortality. [lie, laws.
To Death ourselves and all our works we owe. From Heaven this scale of virtuc thus descends
But is there nought, O Muse, can save By just degrees, and thy full choice defends,
Our memories from darkness and the grave, So when, in visionary trains, by night
And some short after-life bestow ? Attending angels bless'd good Jacob's sight,
“That task is mine," the Musc replies, The mystic ladder thus appear'd to rise,
And, hark! she tunes the sacred lyre! Its foot on earth, its suminit in the skies.
Verse is the last of human works that dies,
When Virtue does the song inspire.
Then look, Eliza, happy saint, look down! 'HYMN.
Pause from immortal joys awhile
To hear, and gracious, with a smile, SUNG BY THE CH U.DREN OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL, AT THE
The dedicated numbers own;
Say, how in thy life's scanty space,
So short a space, so wondrous bright,
Bright as a summer's day, short as a summer's night, Hrar us, o God, this joyful day!
Could'st thou find room for every crowded grace? Whole nations join their voice,
As if thy thrifty soul foreknew,
Like a wise envoy, Heaven's intent, To thee united thanks to pay,
Soon to recall whom it had sent, And in thy strength rejoice.
And all its task resolv'd at once to do. For led by thee, O King of Kings!
Or wert thou but a traveller below, Our sovereign George we see;
That hither didst awhile repair, Thy hand the royal blessing brings,
Curious our customs and our laws to know? He comes, he reigns, by thee!
And, sickening in our grosser air,
And tir'd of vain repeated sights, Plenteous of grace, pour froin above
Our foolish cares, our false delights, Thy favours on his head;
Back to thy native seats would'st go ? Truth, Mercy, Righteousness, and Love,
Oh! since to us thou wilt no more return, As guards around him spread.
• Permit thy friends, the faithful few, With length of days, and glory crown'd,
Who best thy numerous virtues know,
Themselves, not thee, to mourn.
Now, pensive Muse, enlarge thy night!.
Balls, a fair structure, graceful stands!
And from yon verdant rising brow
Sees Hertford's ancient town, and lanıls,
Where Nature's hand, in slow meanders, leads
The Lee's ciear stream its course to flow
Through flowery vales, and moistend meads,
And far around in beauteous prospects spreads EDWARD HUGHES, ESQ.
Her map of plenty all below.
AND DAUGHTER OF RICHARD HARRISON, ESQ. or Eliza's soul, born first above,
Descended to an humbler birth,
And with a mortal's frailties strove.
So, on soine towering peak that meets the sky, See! how those dropping monuments decay!
When inissive Seraphs downward fly, Frail mansions of the silent dead,
They stop, and for a while alight, Whose souls, to uncorrupting regions Acd,
Put off their rays celestial-bright, With a wise scorn their mouldering dust survey. Then take some milder form familiar to our eye. Their toubs are rais'd from dust as well as they ;
Swiftly her infant virtucs crew: For see! to dust they both return,
Watur'd hy Heaven's peculiar care, And Time consumes alike the ashes and the urn.
Her morning bloom was doubly fair, We ask the sculptor's art in vain
Like Suminer's day break, when we see To make us for a space ourselves survive;
The fresh-app'ú stores of rosy dew In Parian stone we proudly breathe again,
(Transparent beautics of the dawn) Or seein in figur'd brass to live.
Spread o'er the grass their cobweb-lawn,
Or hang moist pearls on every tree.
Send me to Whigs as true and hearty, Pleas'd with the lovely sight, awhile
As ever pity'd por Maccarty; Her friends behold, and joyful smile,
Let Townshend, Sunderland, be there, Nor think the Sun's exhalıng ray
Or Robin Walpole in the chair; Will change the scene ere noon of day, Or send me to a club of Tories, Dry up the glistering drops, and draw those dews That dann and curse at Marlborough's glories. away.
And drink-but sure none such there are!
The Devil, the pope, and rebel Mar; Yet first, to fill her orb of life,
Yet still my loyalty I'll boast, Behold, in each relation dear,
King George shall ever be my toast; The pious saint, the duteons child appear,
Unbrib'd his glorious cause I'll own, The tender sister, and the faithful wife.
And fearless scorn cach traitor's frown.
Unite in bliss, in grief divide
() say, ye saints, who shine in realms above, " That short-liv'd year was but a day !"
And tune vour harps to sing eternal love, Forbear-nor fruitless sorrowings now employ, When shall my voice attain your high degree; Think she was lent awhile, not given,
When shall my soul, from clouds of sorrow free, (Such was th' appointed will of Heaven)
Hear your celestial song, and aid the harmony? Then, grateful, call that year an age of virtuous
AN ALLUSION TO JIORACE.
APOLLO AND DAPHNE.
SET TO MUSIC BY DR. PEPUSCHI.
AND PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL IN DRURY
Protinus alter amat; fugit altera noinen amantis.
Apollo ......... MRS. MARGARITA
SCENE, THE VALLEY OF TEMPE, IN THESSALY.
BOOK 1. ODE XXII.
IN THE YEAR 1715.
If o'er St. James's park he stray,
Place me among a hundred spies,
APOLLO AND DAPHNE.
THE FIRST SCENE IS A RIVER. | Pencus, a river-god, appears on a bed of rushes,
leaning on his urn. He rises and comes forward,
His daughter's coyness and disdain ?
I hear the sighs of slighted love;
Why ever cruel, Daphinc, why?
Have I not to Diana swore?
Behold again to her I bow,
DAPIINE Devoted ever to remain
Canst thou the mountain tiger hind, A virgin of her spotless train;
Or stop the floods, or fix the wind?
Do this--then Daphne will perhaps be kinda
Ev'n tigers Love's soft laws obey;
Art thou more savage far than they?
Look all around thee, and above !
Love lights the skies, and paints the meads; We scorn all his joys and his pains.
Its genial tame " (Exit Daphne.
Though heav'n, and earth, and ocean spreads; PENEUS.
Thou art thyself the happiest child of Love,
Do not thy birth disclaiin.
Though fair as Phæbus thou should'st seem, Then hear once more thy slighted sire,
And were thy words soft as his lyre, And know, thy fatal row draws down
They could not more nie to desire ; The curse of Heaven, a father's frown,
· Wake, shepherd, from thy dream. And sure destruction waits thy scorn.
Cease to sooth thy fruitless pain;
Why for frowns wilt thou be suing? Feeble Cupid! vain deceiver!
Cease to languish and complain. What avails thy boasted quiver?
'Tis to seek thy own undoing, Where are all thy conquering arts?
Still to love, and love in vain.
In her soft cheek and beauteous eyes,
What new enchanting graces rise !
[Aside Exit Peneus.
DUETTO FOR APOLLO AND DAPHNR.
APOL. No more deny me,
O cease to fly me
Your faithful swain.
DAPII. No longer try me,
For ever fly me, 'Tis done--the monster Python, slain
DAPH. Forbear me.
APOL. Let sighs imploring, Conquer'd by Love, whom once I scorn'd.
And looks adoring, O Daphne! till thy smiles I can obtain,
Still speak my pain. No more these marks of triumph let me bear; DAPA. Your sighs imploring, But thus a shepherd's semblance wear,
And looks adoring, Till blest by thee I grow a god again.
But move disdain. [Throws away his bow and arrows, and takes
APOLLO, up a sheep-hook.]
She's gone--nor knows from whom she flies. • Sec-she appears; how wondrous fair!
Mistaken coyness ! false disdain !
Phæbus she prais'd, but scorns the swain
Then, brcaking froin this dark disguise,
When Phabus what he is shall seem,
My glittering rays, and melting lyre,
At last shall warm thee to desire,
And wake thee, Daphne, from thy dream
Where Cupid's bow is failing, Dost thou not daily hear the shepherds cry
Ambition's charms prevailing, Why ever cruel, Daphne, why?
Shall triumph o'er the fair. GO--with the rest despair.
The nymph that love despises, . APOLLO.
Some secret passion prizes, No, let the rest despair, while I
That still forbids despair. Distinguish'd, triumph in the joy.
[Exit cipolla Fair blooming creature!
ENTER DAPHNE AND DORIS.
Doris, why this trifling tale?
That good advice may once prevail;
Save one-nor all your lovers lose,'
Alas! that I, poor Imight gain
What you each day refuse!
DAPHINE. Take all, and ease ine of the pain.
Shall I return-orno?
Charms yet unknown surround me;
Yet, Love, thou ne'er shalt wound me,
No more aların iny breast. When I was a maiden of twenty,
Then let ine haste to go And my charms and my lovers were plenty,
Ah no, my heart replies
In tender hearing sighis
APOL. ( do not go
DAPH. Dost thou not know,
I'm of Diana's train?
Thy love forbear
APOL. Thy scora forbearPoor Doris ! dry thy weeping eyes;
DAPH. I must not hear: Dust thou repent thou once wert wise?
APOL. O stay and hear; Tender hearts to every passion
DAPH. Thy love Still their freedom would betray,
APOL. Thy flights But how calm is inclination,
[Exit Daphne pursued by Apollo. When our reason, bears the swav! Swains themselves, while they pursue us,
SCENE CHANGES TO THE RIVER.
Re-enter Daphne, looking back as affrighted. If we grow too fond, they fly.
lle comes--the swift pursuer comes-O) where Yet might I see one courting swain,
Shall I escape his piercing sight, Though but to slight him once again!
Where hide me from the god of light?
Ah! 'tis in vain--he's here.
(Daphne runs to the side of the river, and as 'Tis well to leave them at threescore.
she sings the following air is transformed Haste then, and at th' appointed plare,
into a laurel-tree.] See if the nymphs expect me for the chase.
Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! [Exit Doris.
Let some sudden change invade me, (A symphony of intruments is heard, whilst Apollo
Fix me rooted on thy shore. descends in the chariot of the Sun; a crown of Cease, Apollo, to persuade me, rays about his head, and his lyre in his hand.)
I am Daphne now no more.-
(Apollo enters at the latter end of the air, What sounds celestial strike my ear!
and is met hy Pencus.) Why does the golden source of light
APOLLO. Pour out new day?-how wondrous bright !
O fatal fight!-O curst disclain! Some god descends to human sight;
O Peneus, how shall we our loss deplore; - " I'm charm'd, yet aw'd with tear.
The trembling branches yet her shape retain! Daphne, on Phoebus fix thy eye,
Though Daphne lives a nymph no more, With meaner shapes deceiv'd no more!
She lives, fair verdant plant, in thee: know, I thy beauteous form adore:
Henceforth be thou Apollo's tree, Wilt thou a god, a god that loves thee, fly?
And hear what honours to thy leaves remain (Apollo strikes his lyre, and Daphne turns back
No thunder e'er shall blast thy boughs, as surprised at the sound.]
Prescrv'd to grace Apollo's brows,
Kings, victors, poets, to adorn;
Oft in Britannia's isle thy prosperous green
Shall on the heads of her great chiefs be seen,
And by a Nassau, and a George, be worn.
Still Peneus, with a father's care,
Shall feed thee from his flowing urn Hark how the river-shores prolong
With verdure ever fresh and fair, Ny soft complaines, and murmur to my song!
Nor this thy destin'd change shall mourn. Thy father Peneus feels my pain; See! how his osiers gently bow,
CHORUS, OR DUETTO OF APOLLO AND PENEUS. And seem my secret soul to know
Nature alone can love inspire,
Art is vain to move desire. PAPHL. [aside.) Alas! my rash, my fatal vow!
If Nature once the fair incline,
To their own passion they resigne
Art is vajn to move desire.