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is the recitative music, which many people hear
without pleasure, the reason of which is, perhaps, Lovely isle! so richly blest!
that they have a mistaken notion of it. They are Beauty's palm is thine confess'd.
accustomed to think that all music should be air; Thy daughters all the world outshine,
and being disappointed of what they expect, they Nor Venus' self is so divine.
lose the beauty that is in it of a different kind. It Lovely isle ! so richly blest!
may be proper to observe, therefore, that the re Beauty's palm is thine confess'd.
citative style in composition is founded on that
Fariety of accent which pleases in the pronunci-
ation 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 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.
If the tender maid believe thee,

Soft relenting,

Kind consenting,

Will alone thy pain remove.



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Hail, Britannia! hail to thee,
Fairest island of the sea !
Thou my favourite land shalt be.
Cyprus too shall own my sway,
And dedicate to me its groves;

Yet Venus and her train of Loves
Will with happier Britain stay.
Hail, Britannia ! hail to thee,
Fairest island of the sea !
Thou my favourite land shalt be.

Britannia beard the notes diffusing wide,

And saw the power whom gods and men adore,
Approaching nearer with the

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:
On thy buds of roses playing,
All thy breathing sweets displaying,

Hark, his amorous breezes blow!
Fragrant Flora! haste, appear!
Goddess of the youthful Year!
Zephyr gently courts thee now.

Thus on a fruitful hill, in the fair bloom of spring.

The tuneful Colinet, his voice did raise,

The vales remurmur'd with his lays,
And listening birds hung hovering on the wing,
In whispering sighs soft Zephyr by him flew,
While thus the shepherd did his song renew.






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 flies;
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!

Who, from love his heart securing,

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?
MIRANDA's tuneful voice and fame
Had reach'd the wondering skies;
From Heaven the god of Music came,

And own'd a pleas'd surprise ;

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

AIRY 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.
Phæbus 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,

You view a thousand charms in me;
The god then summond every Muse t' appear,

Then cease thy prayers, I'll kinder krow,
And hail their sister of the quire; [hear,

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.
AIR. ,
O Harmony! how wondrous sweet,
Dost thou our cares allay!

Amyntor, fir'd by this dis lain,
When all thy moving graces mcet,

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
O Harmony! how wondrous sweet,
Dost thou our cares allay!

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.
Wuile 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 voice decoys the listening swain.

Gay shepherd, to befriend thee,

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,

This bower's the happy place.
Gay shepherd, to befriend thee,

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?









Or can you see their armies rush from far,
And sit seeure amidst the rage of war?

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

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 his return the rescued people wait,

For joys wbich now you say you hate.
To see the guardian genius of the state;
With rapture viewing his majestic face,
His dauntless mien, and every martial grace,
They'll bless the toils he for their safety bore,

Admire them living, and when dead adore.

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

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
Did gentle Peace and arts unpurchas'd dwell.
W«!! pleas'l Apollo thither led his train,
Apl Music warbled in her sweetest strain;

Crllenius so, as fablus tell, and Jerr,

Came willing guests to poor Philemon's grove.
Jät useless Pomp behold, and blush to tind
So low a station, such a liberal inind.

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,
Resistless Love has fix'd his throne;

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

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

The mother goddess, smiling, said
While the coy beauty speeds her flight
To distant grores from whence she came;

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

'Tis Love, 'tis little Love I bring. Bet leaves the forest in a flame!

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


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,
Love, I defy thee!

Repeating, did cach song improve,
Vepus, I fly thee!

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.
Away, thou winged boy!
Thou bear'st thy darts in vain,

Love inspiring,
I hate the languid joy,

Sounds persuailing,
I mock the trifling pain.

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




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The nymph look'd back, well pleas'd to see


Pastora tied to a shady grove;

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 fly:
Come with all thy thrilling darts,
Thy melting flames to soften hearts;
Conquer for me, or I die!

Ye tender powers! how shall I move
A careless inaid, that laughs at love?

Cupid, to my succour tiy!


Ye nymphs and shepherds of the grove,
Thus, in a melancholy shade,
A pensive lover to his aid

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

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,

To celebrate
Take her humour, smile, be gay,

Cupid and Hymen's holiday.
In her favourite follies join,
That's the charin will make her thine.

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

To celebrate

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.
Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

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

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

Nymphs and shepherds, gently shed
Often laugh, and sometimes cry.

Spices round his sacred head;
Shepherds, would you hope to picase us,

On his lorely 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 foilow when we fly.

Rittornel of Autes. 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 !
Damon, who long ador'd the sprightly maid,

Whose gentle influence inspires
Yet never durst his love relate,

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.

Every creature

Throughout nature

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,





This shining empress to array,
Behold a greater power than he,

When you present her all your train of Lores,
Behold the inarriage deity!

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.
And turus a mistress to a wife!

Love can make you doubly fair;

Music's sweeter when you ’re bind.
Foolish an l inconstant boy!

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.



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Vesus! thy throne of beauty now resign !

Behold on Earth a conquering fair,

Who more deserves Lore'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.

Cunctatur stupefacta Venus. Nunc ora puellæ,
Nunc tavam niveo miratur rertice matrem.
Hæc modo crescenti, plenæ par altera lune:
Assurgit ceu fortè ninor sub matre virenti
Laurus: & ingentes ramos, olimque futuras
Promittit jam parva comas: vel flore sub uno,
Ceu gemina Past:ma rosa per jugera regnant.
Hæc largo matura die, saturatsque vernis
Roribus, indulget spatio: latet altera nodo,
Nec teneris audct foliis adınittere soles.



Jlark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Leirs 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 larks in hollow springs,
Anu, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet.

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 her 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 leares full blown, and boldly meets the day;
Tha", folled in its tender nonags, lies
A beauteous bud, nor yet admits the skies

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