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A CANTATA.

AN ODE IN PRAISE OF MUSIC.

SET BY MR. PEPUSCH.

AIR

PERFORMED AT STATIONER'S HALL, 1703.
Descende Carlo, & dic age tibiâ,
Regina, longum, Calliope, melos,
Seu voce nunc mavis acutâ
Seu tidibus Cytharâve Phabi.

Hlas

Footish Love! } scou thy darts,
And all thy little wanton arts,
To captivate umanly hcarts.
Shall a woman, proud and coy,
Make me languish for a toy?
Foolish Love! I scorn thy darts,
And all thy little wanton arts,
To captivate upmanly hearts.

RECITATIVE.

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

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

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

(Begin with a chorus.]
Awake, cælestial llarmony !
Awake, celestial 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 prayer;

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

AIR.

Love, I feel thy power divine, And blushing now my heart resign! Ye swains, my folly don't despise; But look on fair Lamira's eyes, Then tell me if you can be wise. Love, I feel thy power divine, And blushing now my bart resign!

THE SOLDIER IN LOVE.

CHORUS

A CANTATA.

SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY MR. PEPUSCH,

AIR.

Way, too ainorous hero! why

Dext 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,

Nur would his languishing rcfrain.
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.

Melting airs, soft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer;

Joys to tlatter dull Despair,
And softly sooth the amorous tire.
Now let the sprightly violin
A louder strain begin;

And now
Let the deep-mouth'd organ blow,
Swell 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'd 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 harinony,

Through all the travers'd scale they fiv:
By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and die
Ye sons of Art, once more renew your strains;
In loftier verse, and loftier lays,

Your voices raise,

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

On wings of Haning cherubs rode,
To make a world; and, round the dark aby,
Turn'd the golden compasses',
The compasses in late's high stor house fourl;
“ Thus far extend," he said; "be this

O World, thy measurid bounel."

WITH

AIR.

TRUMPET. Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms! I come, I come, the Warrior cries, Arxi from scornful Celia flics, To court Victoria's charins. Celia beholds his alter'd brow, An i would regain her lover now. Hirk! the trumpit sounds to arms! I come, I come, the warrior cries, And from sioinful Celia flies, To court Victoria's charis.

1 Milton

AIR.

me,

AIR,

Mean while a thousand harps were play'd op high;

RECITATIVE. " Be this thy measur'd bound,"

The river's ochoing banks with pleasure did prolong Was echo'd all around;

Thesweetly-warbled sounds, and murmur'd with the * And now arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

Daphne fled swifter, in despair, (song A thousand voices made reply,

To 'scape the god's embrace: “ Arise, pe Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

And to the genius of the place
What can Music's porer control?

She sigh'd this wondrous prayer:
When Nature's sleeping soul
Perceiv'd th’ enchanting sound,

Father Peneus, hear aid me!
It wak'd, and shook off foul Deformity;

Let some sudden change invade me; The mighty melody

Fix ine rooted on thy sbore. Nature's secret chains unbound;

Cease, Apollo, to persuade me; And Earth arose, and Seas, and Sky.

I am Daphne now no more. Aloft expanded spheres were slung,

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! With shining luminaries hung;'

Let some sudden change invade me A vast Creation stood display'd,

Fix me rooted on thy shore.
By Heaven's inspiring Music made.

RECITATIVE.
CHORUS.

Apollo wondering stood to see
O wondrous force of Harmony !

The nymph transform'd into a tree. Divinest art, whose fame shall never cease!

Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art, Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth;

His passion, and his race divine; Who Heaven vouchsaf'd to treat with Earth,

Nor could th' eternal beains, that round his temples Music was herald of the peace:

Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart. (shine, Thy voice could best the joyful tidlings tell; linmortal Mercy! boundless Love!

Nature alone can love inspire;
A God descending from above,

Art is vain to move desire.
To conquer Death and Hell.

If Nature once the fair incline,
There yet remains an hour of Fate,

To their own passion they resign.
When Music must again its charms employ;

Nature alone can love inspire;
The trumpet's sound

Art is vain to move desire,
Shall call the numerous nations under ground.

The numerous nations straight
Appear; and soine with grief, and some with joy,

A THOUGHT IN A GARDEN.
Their inal sentence wait.
GRAND CHIORUS.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1704.
Then other arts shall pass away:

DELIGHTFUL Mansion! blest retreat! Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie,

Where all is silent, all is sweet! And Painting fade and die,

Here Contemplation prunes her wings, Nay Farth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay. The raptur'd Muse inore tuneful sings, Music alone, and Poesy,

While May leads on the cheerful hours,
Triumphant o'er the name, shall see

And opens a new world of flowers.
The world's last blaze.

Gay Pleasure here all dresses wears,
The tuneful sisters shall embrace,

And in a thousand shapes appears. And praise and sing, and sing and praise,

Pursu'd by Fancy, how she roves
In never-ceasing choirs, to all cternity.

Through airy walks, and museful groves;
Springs in each plant and blossom'd tree,
And charms in all I hear and see?

In this elysium while I stray,
APOLLO AND DAPIINE.

And Nature's fairest face survey,
A CANTATA.

Farth seems new-born, and life more bright;

Time steals away, and smooths his flight;
SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

And Thought's bewilder'd in delight.
Where are the crowds I saw of late?

What are those tales of Europe's fate?
DAPHYE, the beautiful, the coy,

Of Anjou, and the Spanish crown; Along the winding shore of Pencus flew,

And leagues to pull usurpers down? To shun Love's tender, offer'd joy;

Of inarching armies, distant wars; Though 'twas a go:) that did her charms pursue.

Of factions, and domestic jars? While thus Apollo, in a moving strain, [pain. Sure these are last night's dreams, no more; Avak'd his lyre, and softly breath'd his amorous

Or some romance, read lately o'er;

Like Homer's antiqnie tale of Troy,
Fairest mortal! stay and hear;

And powers confederate to destroy
Cannot Love, with Music join'd,

Priam's proud house, the Dardan name,
Tonch thy unrelenting inind?

With him that stole the ravish'd dame,
Tum thee, leave thy trembling fear; Aud, to possess another's right,
Fairest mortal! stay and hear;

Durst the whole world to arins excite.
Cannot Love, with Music join'd,

Come, gentle Sleep, my eve lids close,
Touch thy unrelenting wind ?

Thuse dull impressions help we lose ;

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

AIR.

1

Let Fancy take her wing, and find

But, cruel goddess ! when I find Soy better dreanas to sooth my mind;

Diana's coldness in your mind, O, waking lei me learn to live;

How can I bear that fix'd disdain ? The prospect will struction give.

My pleasure dies, and I but live in pain.
For tid biasis Thymes does glide

AIR
Ser: ne tuji a ir itfui tide;
Fra rola extremes of ebb and flow,

Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting,
N! ... 11d too high, nor sunk too low:

Will you touch the charmer's heart? Suet. ny lite's smooth currente,

Sooth her breast to soft consenting, Till tror Time's narrow shore set free,

Or remove from mine the dart! It ning'e with th' (ternal sea;

Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting, And, there entre'?, shall be no more

Will you touch the charmer's heart?
That trifling thing it was before,

RECITATIVE.
But see! while to my passion voice I gire,

Th'applauded beauty, doubly bright,
A WISH, TO THE NETV YEAR,

Seems in the moving tale to take delight,

And looks as she would let me live; 1705.

And yet she chides, but with so sweet an air,
Janus! great leader of the rolling year, That while she love denies, she yet forbids despairy
Since all that's past no vows can e'er restore,
But joys and griefs alike, once hurry'd o'er,
No longer now deserve a smile or tear;

Fear not, doubting fair! t'approve me;
Close the fantastic scenes--but grace

Can you love me?
With brightest aspects thy foreface,

Frown not, if you answer no;
While 'Time's new ollispring hastens to appear.

If you answer, frown not, noe With lucky omens guide the coming Hours,

When again I ask, pursuing,
Command the circling Seasons to advance,

If you'll stay and see my ruin?
And forin their renovated dance,

Fly--but let me with you go!
With flowing pleasures fraught, and bless'd by

Blush not, doubting fair! t approve me i friendly powers.

Can you love ine?
Thy month, 0 Janus! gave me first to know

Smile, and every fear forego!
A mortal's trilling cares below;
My race of life began with thee.
Thus far, froin great misfortunes free,
Contented, I my lot endure,

AN ODE
Nor Nature's rigid laus arraign,
Nor spurn at common ills in vain,

FOR VOCAL AND INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC, Which Folly cannot shun, nor wise Reflection cure.

TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST NOBLE
But oh!--more anxious for the year to come,
I wonk foreknow my future doom.

WILLIAM DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE,
Then telline, Janus, canst thou spy

ANNO MDCCIII.
Events that yet in embryo lie
For me, in Time's mysterious womb?

GET TO MUSIC DY MR. PEPUSCH,
Tell me nor shall I dread to hear,

A thousand accidents severe;
I'll fortify my soul the load to bear,
If Love rejected add not to its weight,

[Overture of soft Music] To finish me in woes, and crush me down with Fate.

BRITANNIA, But if the goddess, in whose charming eyes,

More clearly written than in Fate's dark book, My joy, my grief, my all of future fortune lies;

Ye generous Arts and Muses, join ; [flow, If she inust with a less propitious look

While down your checks the streaming sorrors Forbid my humble sacrifice,

Let murmuring strings with the soft voice combine
Or blast me with a killing frown;

T'express the melody of Woe.
If, Janus, this thou seest in store,

And thou, Augusta! rise and wait,
Cut short my mortal thread, and now

With decent honours, on the great ;
Take back the gift thou (lidst bestow!

Condole my loss, and wecp Devonia's fate,
Here let me lay my burthen down,
And cease to love in vain, and be a wretci no more.

Queen of cities! leave awhile

Thy beauteous sinile,
A CANTATA.

Turn to tender grief thy joy.

From thy shore of Thames replying,
SET BY MR. GALLIARD,

Gentlest Echoes, fainting, dying,
We on your blooming charms 1 gaze,

Shall their sorrow too employ. Your tender lips, your soft enchanting eyes,

Queen of cities! leave awhile And all the Venus in your face,

Thy beauteous smile, I'm alld with pleasure and surprise:

Turn to tender grief thy joy.

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

WITH FLUTES.

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

AUGUSTA.

And, hated by all tyrants, chase
RECITATIVE.

The glory to have such his foes.”
Tis Fame's chief immortality, ,

AUGUSTA.
Britannia, to be mourn'd by thee.
I know the loss; from midnight skies
Ill oinens late did strike my eyes ;

Genius of Britain! give thy sorrows o'er :
Near the radiant northern car

A grateful tribute thou hast paid
I look'd, and saw a falling star.

To thy Devonia's noble shade;

Now vainly weep the dead no more!

For see the duke and patriot still survives,
Lands remote the loss will hear;

And in his great successor lives.
From rocks reporting,

BRITANNIA.
Seas transporting,
Will the wafted sorrow bear.

RECITATIVE.
Winds that fly

I own the new-arising light,
Will softly sigh,

I see paternal grandeur shine,
A star has left the British sphere.

Descending through th' illustrious line,
Lands remote, &c.

In the same royal favours bright.
BRITANNIA,

LAST DUETTO, WITH ALL THE INSTRUMENTS.
RECITATIVE,
Great George! whose azure emblems of renown

BRIT. Gently smooth thy flight, O Time!
Are the fair gifts of Britain's crown,

Smoothly wing thy tiight, () Time!

BOTH. And as thou, flying, growest old,
Patron of my illustrious isle !

Still this happy race behold
Thou saw'st thy order late express'd,

In Britannia's court sublime.
With added brightness, on Devonia's breast;

BRIT. Lead along their smiling Ilours; Meet the companion knight, and own him with a

Long produce their smiling Hours; smile.

BOTH, Blest by all auspicious powers.

BRIT. Gently sinooth thy flight, O Time!
POR BRITANNIA AND AUGUSTA.

Smoothly wing thy flight, O Time! 3.11. To shade his peaceful grave,

BOTH. And as thou, tlying, growest old,
Let growing palms extend !

Still this happy race behold
Arg. To grace his peaceful grave,

In Britannia's court sublime,
Let hovering Loves attend !

To shade, &c.

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HOLLAND,

AIR.

BRIT. And wakeful Fame defend,

EPILOGUE, ACC. And grateful Truth commend 20TH. The generous and the bravel

SPOKEN BY MR. MILLS, AT THE QUEEN'S THEATRE, ON AUGUSTA.

HIS BENEFIT-NICHT, FEBRUARY 16, 1709, A LITTLE

BEFORE THE DUKE OP MARLBOROUH's GoING FOR
RECITATIVE.
Now shall Augusta's sons their skill impart, W:
And summon the dumb sister Art,

HETHER our stage all others does excel
In marble life to show

În strength of wit, we'll not presume to tell:
What the patriot was below.

But this, with noble, conscious pride, we'll say,

No theatre such glories can display; Here, let a weeping Cupid stand,

Such worth conspicuous, beauty so divine, And wound himself with his own dart; There place the ducal crown, the sword, the wand, who can, without amazement, turn his sight,

As in one British audience mingled shine. The mark of Anna's trust and his command,

And mark the awful circle here to-night?

Warriors, with ever-living laurels, brought
Lofty birth and honours shining

From empires sav'd, from battles bravely fought,
Bring a light on noble minds.

Here sit; whose matchless story shall adorn
Every courtly grace combining,

Scenes yet unwrit, and charm e'en ages yet unborn.
Every generous action joining,

Yet who would not expect such martial fire,
With eternal laurel binds.

That sees what eyes those gallant deeds inspire ?
Lofty birth and honours shining

Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim,
Bring a light on noble minds,

Both are her great prerogatives of fame;
BRITANNIA,

By both the Muses live, from both they catch their

flame. RECITATIVE,

Then as by you, in solid glory bright, Behold fair Liberty attend,

Our envy'd Isle through Europe spreads her light, And in Devonia's loss bewail a friend,

And rising honours every year sustain, See o'er his tomb perpetual lamps she lights, And mark the golden tract of Anne's distinguish'd Then, on his urn, the goddess writes:

reign; “ Preserve, o Um! his silent dust,

So, by your presence here, we'll strive to raise Who faithful did obey

To nobler heights our action and our plays; Princes like Anna, good and just,

And poets from your favours shall derive Yet scorn'd his freedom to betray;

That immortality they toast to give.

WRITTEN

IN A WINDOW AT GREENHITHE. Great President of light, and Fye of day, As through this glass you cast your visual ray, And view with nuptial joys two brothers blest, And see us celebrate the genial feast, Confess, that in your progress round the sphere, You've found the happiest youths and brightest

beauties here.

DIALOGUE DE L'AMOUR ET DU POETE.
LE P. Amour, je ne veux plus aimer;

J'abjure à jamais ton empire:
Mon cæur, lassé de son martire,

A résolu de se calmer.
L'Am. Contre moi, qui peut t'animer?

Iris dans ses bras te rapelle.
LE P. Non, Iris est une infidelle;

Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.
L'am. Pour toi, j'ai pris soin d'entamer

Le ceur d'une beauté nouvelle;
Daphine,

-LE P. Non, Daphné n'est que belle;
Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.
L’AM. D'un soupir, tu peux désarmer

Dircé, jusqu'ici si sauvage.
LE P. Elle n'est plus dans le bel age;

Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.
L'am. Mais si je t'aidois à charmer

La jeme, la brillante Flore.-
Tu rougis-vas-tu dire encore,

Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.
LE P. Non, dieu charmant, daigne former

Pour nous une chaine eternelle;
Mais pour tout ce qui n'est point elle,
Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.

THE TOASTERS. While circling healths inspire your sprightly wit, And on each glass some beauty's praise is writ, You ask, my friends, how can my silent Muse To Montague's soft name a verse refuse? Bright though she be, of race victorious sprung, By wits ador'd, and by court-poets sung ; Unmou'd I hear her person callidl divine, I see her features uninspiring shine; A softer fair my soul to transport warms, And, she once tiam'd, no other nymph has charms.

DIALOGUE FROM THE FRENCH

OF MONSIEUR DE LA MOTTE.

TOFTS AND MARGARETTA. Music has learn'd the discords of the state, And concerts jar with Whis and Tory hate. Here Somerset and Devonshire attend The British Tofts, and every note commend; To native Merit just, and pleas'd to see We're Roman arts, from Roman bondage free: There fam'd L'Epine does equal skill employ, While listening peers crowd to th' ecstatic joy: Bedford, to hear her song, his dice forsakes, And Nottingham is rapturd when she shakes: Lull'd statesmen melt away their drowsy cares Of England's safety, in Italian airs. Who would not send each year blank passes o'er, Rather than keep such strangers from our shore ?

POET. No, Love--I ne'er will love again;

Thy tyrant empire I abjure:
My weary heart resolves to cure

Its wounds, and ease the raging pain. LOVE. Fool! can t thou fly my happy reign?

tris recals thee to her arms. POET. She's false--I hate her perjur'd charms;

No, Love, ne'er will love again. LOVE. But know, for thee I've toil'd to gain

Daphné, the bright, the reigning toast. POET. Daplıné but common eyes can boast;

No, Love I neer will love again. LOVE. She who before scorn'd every swain,

Dircé, shall for one sigh be thine. POET. Age makes her rays too faintly shine;

No, Love--I ne'er will love again.
LOVE. But should I give thee charms t'obtain

Flora, the young, the bright, the gay!
I see thee blush-now, rebel, say,

No, Love-I ne'er will love again.
POCT. No, charmning god, prepare a chain

Eterual for that fair and ine!
Yet still know every fair but she,
I've vow'd I ne'er will love again,

TIIE WANDERING BEAUTY. The Graces and the wandering Loves

Are fled to distant plains,
To chase the fawns, or, deep in grores,

To wound adıniring swains.
With their bright mistress there they stray,

Who turns her careless eyes
From daily triumphs; yet, each day,
Beholds new triumphs in her way,

And conquers while she flies.
But sec! implor' by moving prayers,

To change the lover's pain,
Venus her harness'd doves prepares,

And brings the fair again.
Proud mortals, who this maid pursue,

'Think you he'll fer resiun?
Cease, fools, your wishes to renew,
Till she grows flesh and blood like you,

Or you, like her, divine,

L’ENUS AND ADONIS

A CANTATA.

SIT BY MR, HANDEL.

RECITATIVE.

Bunold u bere weeping Venus stands!
What inore than mortal grief can move
The bright, th' immortal queen of love?
She beats her breast, sbe wrings her hands;

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