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is the recitative music, which many people hear
CANTATA II. it as possible. The different tones of the voice,
ALEXIS. in astonishment, joy, sorrow, rage, tenderness in affirmations, apostrophes, interrogations, and all the varieties of speech, make a sort of natural music, which is very agreeable; and this is what See--from the silent grove Alexis flies, is intended to be imitated, with some helps by the
And seeks with every pleasing art
To ease the pain, which lovely eyes composer, but without approaching to what we
Created in his heart. call a tane or air; so that it is but a kind of improred elocution or pronouncing the words in mu
To shining theatres he now repairs, sical cadences, and is indeed wholly at the mercy
To learn Camilla's moving airs, of the performer to make it agreeable or not, ac
Where thus to Music's power the swain address'd his cording to his skill or ignorance, like the reading
prayers. of verse, which is not every one's talent. This short account may possibly suffice to show how
Charming sounds! that sweetly languish,
Music, O compose my anguish! properly the recitative has a place in compositions
Every passion yields to thee; of any length, to relieve the ear with a variety, and to introduce the airs with the greater ad
Phoebus quickly then relieve me:
Cupid shall no more deceive me; vantage. 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 tbat 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 prov'd, 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 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.
Hail, Britannia! hail to thee,
Yet Venus and her train of Loves
And saw the power whom gods and men adore,
tide, And in a rapture loudly cry'd,
O welcome! welcome to my shore !
FRAGRANT Flora ! haste, appear,
Goditess 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,
The god of Love his motion spies,
Lays by the pipe, and shoots a dart
Through Corydon's unwary heart,
Then, smiling, from his ambush flies;
While in his room, divinely bright,
The reigning beauty of the groves surpris'd the Love and pleasures gaily flowing,
Can avoid th'enchanting pain
Pleasure calls with voice alluring,
Beauty softly binds the chain.
Who, from love his heart securing,
Can avoid th' enchanting pain?
AIRY Cloe, proud and young,
The fairest tyrant of the plain,
Laugh'd at her adoring swain.
He sadly sigh`d-she gayly sung,
And wanton, thus reproach'd his pain.
Leave me, silly shepherd, go, The highest prize of harmony.
You only tell me what I know,
You view a thousand charms in me;
Then cease thy prayers, I'll kinder krow,
When I can view such charms in thee. Smiling they stood around, her southing strains to
Leave me, silly shepherd, go; And fill'd her happy soul with all their fire.
You only tell me what I know,
You view a thousand charins in me.
Amyntor, fir'd by this dis lain,
Cuis'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,
And row'd he'd be Love's fool no more
But Cloe smil'd, and thus she call'd him back again.
Shepherd, this I've done to prove thee,
Now thou art a man, I love thee :
And without a blush resign.
But ungrateful is the passion,
And destroys our inclination,
When, like slaves, our lovers whine.
Shepherd, this l've done to prove thee,
And without a blush resign.
An echo answer all his strain;
PRAISES OF HEROIC VIRTUE.
FROM THE FRAGMENTS OF TYRTÆUS. Here pleasing scenes attend thee,
TRANSLATED IN THE YEAR 1701, ON OCCASION OP O this way speed thy pace! If music can delight thee,
THE KING OF FRANCE'S BREAKING THE Or visions fair invite thee,
PEACE OF RYSWICK.
O SPARTAN youths! what fascinating charms Here pleasing scenes attend thee,
Have froze your blood ? why rust your idle arms? O this way speed thy pace!
When, with awaken'd courage, will you go,
And minds resolv'd, to meet the threat'ning foe? The shepherd rose, he gaz'd around,
What! shall our vile lethargie sloth betray And vainly sought the magic sound;
To greedy neighbours an unguarded prey?
WITH A FLUTE.
Or can you see their armies rush from far,
Bright Venus and her son stood by, .
And heard a proud disdainful fair The warrior-hero fight for liberty,
Thus boast ber wretched liberty; For his dear 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 him draw his sword, and take the field, Nor would Cupid draw his bow And fortify his breast behind the spacious shield. To wound the nymph, but laugh d out this reply. Vor fear to die; in vain you shun your fate, 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 youth, and sigh too late From darts and fighting foes, at hoine inglorious
For joys which now you say you hate. No grievi's crowds his obsequies attend; (dies;
When : our decaying eyes But all appland and weep the soldier's end,
Can dart their fires no more, Who, desperately brave, in light sustains
The wrinkles of threescore Juflictel wounds, and honourable stains,
Shall make you vainly wise. Aad falls a sacrifice to Glory's charms:
Proud and fuolisk! hear your fate! But if a just success shall crown his arins,
Waste your youth, and sigh too late
For joys wbich now you say you hate.
Would you gain the tender creature,
Suffering is the lover's part:
Beauty by constraint possessing,
You enjoy but half the blessins,
Lifeless charms without the heart.
HOUGH mean thy rank, yet in thy humble cell
CUPID AND SCIRLATI.
Os silver Tyber's vocal shore,
The fam'd Scarlati strook lois lyre,
And strove, with charnis unknown before,
The springs of tunefal sound t'explore, Ix young Astrea's sparkling eye,
Beyond what Art alone could e'er inspire;
When see--the sweet essay to hear,
Venus with her son drew near,
And, pleas'd to ask the master's aid,
The mother goddess, smiling, said
Harmonious son of Phoebus, see,
'Tis Love, 'tis little Love I bring. Bet leaves the forest in a flame!
The queen of beauty sues to thee,
The pleas'd musician heard with jov,
Andi, proud to teach th'immortal boy,
Did all his songs and heavenly skill impart;
The boy, to recoinpense his art,
Repeating, did cach song improve,
And breath'd into bis airs the charnis of love, I'ın of chaste Diana's train.
And taught the master thus to touch the heart.
Maki's luis darts resisties: ly; love, I defy thee!
Beauty aiding, Vems, I fly thee!
Arts aspirin, I'm of chaste Diana's train.
Give them am: to rise muore higla. VOL X
SET BY MR. PEPUSCR.
The nymph look'd back, well pleas'd to see
That Damon ran as swift as she. SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY SIGNIOR NICOLINI MIAYM.
Pastora tied to a shady grove;
Damon view'd her, Ye tender powers! how shall I move
And pursu'd her;
Cupid laugh’d, and crown'd his love,
A PASTORAL MASQUE.
SCENE, A PROSPECT OF A WOOD.
ENTER A SHEPHERD, AND SINGS.
Ye nymphs and shepherds of the grove,
That know the pleasing pains of love,
Eager for th' expected blessing, Love heard him, and, to gain the maid,
Sighing, panting for possessing! Did this successful thought inspire.
Leare your flocks, and haste away,
With solemn state,
Cupid and Hymen's holiday.
Enter a band of shepherds on one side with gare Cast 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 reigas; That's the charm will make her thine.
We leare our flocks, and haste away,
With solemn state
Cupid and Hymen's holiday.
[A dance here ]
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 dis Close by a fountain's crystal spring,
tant landscape terminates the prospect. She warbled out her merry strains.
Verse for a shepherdess, with flutes.
See the mighty power of love,
Sleeping in a Cyprian grove!
Nymphs and shepherds, gently shed
Spices round his sacred head;
On his lorely body shower
Leaves of roses, virgin lilies,
Cowslips, violets, daffodilies,
And with garlands dress the bower.
Rittornel of Autes. After which Cupid rises, and Shepherds, would you hope to please us,
sings, with his bow drawn.
Yield to the god of soft desires !
Whose gentle influence inspires
Every creature Resolvid at last to try his fate;
Throughout nature He sigh'd !—she smild! He kneeld and pray'al!
With sprightly joys and genial firest She fron n'd;--he rose, and walk'd away,
Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs But, soon returning, look'd more gay, And sung and danc', and on his pipe a cheerful
Hail, thou potent deity! echo playd.
Owns thy power as well as we.
Enter Hymen in a saffron-coloured robe, a chaplet
of flowers on his head, and in his hand the Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love.
nuptial torch; attended by priests,
SET BY MR. PEPUSCII.
This shining empress to array,
When you present her all your train of Lores,
Your chariot, and your murmuring doves,
Tell her she wants one charm to make the rest more Chorus, by Hymen's attendants.
gay, Behold the marriage deity!
Then, smiling, to th' harmonious beauty say: CUPID, SMILING. Behold the god of household strife,
To a lovely face and air, That spoils tbe happy lover's life,
Let a tender heart be join'd.
Love can make you doubly fair;
Music's sweeter when you ’re bind.
To a lovely face and air, Thine's a transitory joy;
Let a tender heart be join'd. Sudden fits in Pleasure's fever; ilymen's blessings last for ever.
Behold on Earth a conquering fair,
Who more deserves Lore's crown to wear!
Has deeply gravd it in my heart;
Who sings it to his lyre,
And does this maid inspire
Cunctatur stupefacta Venus. Nunc ora puellæ,
Jlark! the groves her songs repeat;
Venus coming to a nuptial ceremony, and enter
ing the room, sees the bride and her mother
makes the following description.