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Or wasteful civil tumults roll along
“ Let Rome extend her fame to every shore; With fiercer strength, and louder roar,
And let no banks or mounds restrain Driving the torrent of the throng,
Th' impetuous torrent of her wide command ; And gathering into power.
The seas from Europe, Africk part in vain;
Swelling above those floods, her power
Shining in polish'd steel, she dares
The glittering beams of gold despise, Shatter'd with universal rack,
Gold, the great source of human cares, Come tumbling from the sky:
Hid wisely deep from mortal eyes, Yet he'll survey the horrid scene
Till, sought in evil hour by hands unblest,
Opening the dark abodes,
There issued forth a direful train of woes,
No native human uses knows. Mankind, as gods, their benefactions crown'd;
" Where'er great Jove did place With these, Augustus shall for ever shine,
The bounds of Nature yet unseen, And stain his rosy lips in cups divine.
He meant a goal of glory to the race Thus his fierce tigers dauntless Bacchus bear;
The Roman arms shall win: The glaring savages resist in vain,
Rejoicing, onward they approach Impatient of the bit, and fretting on the rein;
To view the outworks of the world, Through yielding clouds he drives th' impetuous car, The maddening fires, in wild debauch, [whirld! Great Romulus pursued the shining trace,
The snows and rains unborn, in endless eddies And leapt the lake, where all The rest of mortals fall,
“ 'Tis I, O Rome, pronounce these fates behind, And with his father's horses scour'd the same bright But will thy reign with this condition bind, airy race.
That no false filial piety, Then in full senate of the deities,
In idle shapes deluding thee,
Or confidence of power,
Tempt thee again to raise a Trojan tower;
Troy, plac'd beneath malignant stars,
Haunted with omens still the same, “ O Troy!" she said, “ O hated Troy! A foreign woman', and a boy ®,
Rebuilt, shall but renew the former flame, Lewd, partial, and unjust,
Jove's wife and sister leading on the wars. Shook all thy proudest towers to dust;
Thrice let her shine with brazen walls, Inclin'd to ruin from the time
Rear'd up by heavenly hands: Thy king did mock two powers divine,
And thrice in fatal dust she falls, And ras'd thy fated walls in perjury,
By faithful Grecian bands;
Thrice the dire scene shall on the world return, But doubly damn'd by that offence, Which did Minerva's rage incense,
And captive wives again their sons and husbands And offer'd wrong to me.
mourn." No more the treacherous ravisher
But stop, presumptuous Muse, thy daring flight, Shines in full pomp and youthful charms;
Nor hope in thy weak lyric lay, Nor Priam's impious house with Hector's spear,
The heavenly language to display, Repels the violence of Grecian arms.
Or bring the counsels of the gods to light, " Our feuds did long embroil the mortal rout,
At last the storm is spent,
The Paphian isle was once the blest abode To Mars 1 grant among the stars a place
Of Beauty's goddess and her archer-god. For his son Romulus, of Trojan race;
There blissful bowers and amorous shades were seen, Here shall he dwell in these divine abodes,
Fair cypress walks, and myrtles ever green. Drink of the heavenly bowl,
'Twas there, surrounded by a hallow'd wood, And in this shining court his name enrol,
Sacred to love, a splendid temple stood; With the serene and ever-vacant gods :
Where altars were with costly gums perfum'd, While seas shall rage between his Rome and Troy. And lovers sighs arose, and smoke from hearts con. The horrid distance breaking wide,
sum'd: The banish'd Trojans shall the globe enjoy, Till, thence remov'd, the queen of beauty fies And reign in every place beside;
To Britain, fam'd for bright victorious eyes. While beasts insult my judge's ' dust, and hide Here fix’d, she chose a sweeter seat for Love, 'Their litter in his cursed tomb,
And Greenwich-park is now her Cyprian grove. The shining Capitol of Rome
Nor fair Parnassus with this hill can vie, Shall overlook the world with awful pride, [dome, which gently swells into the wondering sky, And Parthians take their law from that eternal Commanding all that can transport our sight,
And varying with each view the fresh delight. 6 Romulus was supposed to be the son of Mars From hence my Muse prepares to wing her way, by the priestess Ida.
And wanton, like the Thames, through smiling meads Helen. Paris. ° Paris,
would stray :
Describe the groves beneath, the sylvan bowers, Her sighing lovers, who in crowds adore,
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 good, and all that's fair. Muse, pay thy homage here--yet oh beware! There yet remains unnam'd a dazzling throng Aud draw the glorious scene with artful care, Of nyinphs, who to these happy shades belong, For foolish praise is satire on the fair.
O Venus! lovely queen of soft desires!
And the glad world with willing zeal obey !
Tw' inspiring Muses and the god of Love, "Tis hard to say which gives the deepest wound; Or if with greater glory we submit,
Which most should grace the fair Molinda strovę:
Love arm’d her with his bow and keenest darts, Pierc'd by her eyes, her humour, or her wit,
The Muses more enrich'd her mind with arts, See next her charming sister, young and gay, In beauty's bloom like the sweet month of May !
Though Greece in shining temples heretofore The sportful nymph, once in the neighbouring The ancients thought no single goddess fit,
Did Venus and Minerva's powers adore, grove, Sarpris'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,
Fach was a separate claim; till now we find
The different titles in Molinda join'd.
She gilds the evening, or improves the day,
All eyes regard her with transporting fire, Yet how you sport with sleeping Love beware!
One sex with envy burns, and one with fierce desire: My loss of darts I quickly can supply,
But when withdrawn from public show and noise, 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 handa 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; Tl.ose dazzling lights the world no inore must view, By that, the landscape of a beauteous thought:
By this we see gay silken landscapes wrought, And scarce would think the bright description true, whether her voice in tuneful airs she moves, Did not that ray of beauty, more divine,
Or cuts dissembled Powers and paper groves,
Her voice transports the ear with soft delight, And matchless skin contend with rival grace;
Her flowers and grores surprise the ravish'd sight:
Which ev'n to Nature's wonders we prefer;
All but that wonder Nature form'd in her.
A LETTER TO A FRIEND
Whilst thou art happy in a blest retrcat,
And free from care dost rural songs repeat, And spread them into life, and gently chide their Whilst fragrant air fans thy poetic fire,
And pleasant groves with sprightly notes inspire, We 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;And with reluctance strike the fatal blow.
In such an air, how can soft numbers now,
Or in such soil the sacred laurel grow?
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! 0 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.
IN THE COUNTRY
Such were the scenes of our first parents' love, The poison'd shaft, the Parthian bow, and spear
He hurls impetuous through the field; And murmuring streams, to grace their nuptials In vain you lace the helm, and heave in vain the join'd.
If o'er the steepy Alps he go,
Vast mountains of eternal snow, Might 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;
Impenetrable courage steels his manly breast.
Thus, late within the Sabine grove,
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,
Apuljan 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,
plain. Soon the sly urchin storm'd her tender heart, And amorous flames dispers'd through every part. Place me where no soft breeze of summer wind In vain she strove to check the new-born fire,
Did e'er the stiffen'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 tempests 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, without darts, alone attend him here; Where house or cottage ne'er were seen, Weak and unarm'd, not able to surprise,
Nor rooted plant or tree, nor springing green;
Charm'd with the music of thy name,
IMITATED IN PARAPHRASE.
IMITATED IN PARAPHRASE.
Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Prensus Ægæo, &c.
Thou ugly fiend of Hell, away!
Mother of Peace, and Joy, and Love!
O say, thou calm propitious queen,
Say, in what solitary grove,
Within what hollow rock, or winding cell,
By human eyes unseen, Go, haunt the slave that stains his hands in gore!
Like some retreated Druid, dost thou dwell? Possess the perjur'd mind, and rack the usurer more,
And why, illusive goddess' why, Than his oppression did the poor before.
When we thy mansion would surround, Vainly, you feeble wretches, you prepare
Why dost thou lead us through enchanted ground, The glittering forgery of war:
To mock our vain research, and from our wishes fiy?
FROM THE FRENCH.
The wandering sailors, pale with fear,
Thee shining wealth and plenteous joys surround, For thee the gods implore,
And, all thy fruitful fields around, When the tempestuous sea runs high,
Unnumber'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 flies o'er the swift For thee the weary soldier prays;
measur'd way. Farious in fight, the sons of Thrace,
To me the stars, with less profusion kind,
An humble fortune bave 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.
Nor anti-chambers with attendants fill’d,
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.
“Ye shining Graces of my courtly train, Whó, in some cottage, far from noise,
The cause of this assembly know !
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,
T'accomplish this momentous task.”
The deities that stood around,
At first return'd a murmuring sound; To distant climates, and a foreign air?
Then said, “ Fair goddess, do you know Frol! from thyself thou canst not dy,
The factious feuds this must create, Thyself, the source of all thy care.
What jealous rage and mutual hate So flits the wounded stag, 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 bis tawdry painted pride And from the smarting wound a purple tide
Deserves the crown; and, if deny'd, Marks all his way with blood, and dyes 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 I'll the cause decider Than stags, or winds that through the skies
“ Deep in a venerable wood Thik-rising snows and gather'd tempests bear; Where oaks, with vocal skill enducd, Pu.suing Care the sailing ship out-lies,
Did wondrous oracles of old impart, Climbs the tall vessel's painted sides;
Beneath a little hill's inclining side, Nor leaves arm'd squadrous in the field,
A grotto's seen where Nature's art But with the marching horsemen rides,
Is exercis'd in all her smiling pride. And dwells alike in courts and camps, and makes all Retir'd in this sweet grassy cell, places 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 mirth, 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, devout, she still obey'd 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 undefila her hands. While Tithon to a tedious wasting age
She's dead—and from her sweet remains
The wondrous mixture I would take,
This much desired, this perfect flower to make. Perhaps, unask'd, to worthless me
Assist, and thus with our transforming pains, Those bours of lengthen'd life may lend, We'll dignify the garden -beds, and grace our faWhich be'll refuse to thee.
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 introducing a Vertumnus of the party too,
sort of composition, which had never been naProin various sweets th' exhaling spirits drew: turalized in our language. Those who are affectWhile, in full canisters, Pomona bore
edly partial to the Italian tongue 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 nectar strain,
end of vocal music is lost. The want of this eAnd fillid 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 rcason, that the best works of Scarol
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 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! The goddess thrice on the fair infant breath'd,
and skilfully executed, that, as they can hide inTo spread it into life, and to convey
different sense, and a kind of associated pleasure The fragrant soul, and every charm bequeath'd arises from the words though they are but mean;
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 gerieral silence broke, And thus in loud rejoicing accents spoke.
and proper, and the expressions unaffected and
agreeable. “ Ye flowers at my command attendant here, Since, therefore, the English language, though Pay homage, and your sovereign Rose revere!
inferior in smoothness, has been found not incaNo 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 some. Thus speaking, she the new-born favourite times assist this design, and make it their diversion
The transformation was complete; scrown'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
sister arts, they would probably contribute to each AFTER THE MANNER OF THE ITALIANS.
other's improvement. The expressions of har
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 Hor.
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.
bis music, who does not know, or is not made sen.
sible, where the words have the greatest beauty TO THE LOVERS OF MUSIC.
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
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH.