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, nyMEs. Rohold a greater power than he, Relioid the marriage deity: Chorus, by Hymen’s attendants, Behold the marriage deity cupin, SMILINc. Bohold the god of household strife, That spoils the happy lover's life, And turus a mistress to a wife' - Hiy Me N. Foolish and inconstant boy! Thine's a transitory joy; Sudden its in Pleasure's fever; ilymen's blessings last for ever. curli). Hymen's bondage lasts for ever; Love's free pleasures failing never. HYMEN, Love's stolen pleasures, insincere, Purchas'd at a rate too dear, Shame and sorrow will destroy, If Hymen license not the joy. BOTH fog ETHER, Then let us join hands and unite.

Last Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs.

How happy, how happy, how happy are we, Where Cupid and Hymen in consort agree We'll revel all day with sports and delight, And Ilyumen and Cupid shall govern the night.



Wests! thy throne of beauty now resign
Behold on Farth a conquering fair,
Who more deserves Love'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 grav'd 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.
- AIR.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns 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 lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
learns her voice, and grows more sweet.


Yet, Venus, once again my suit attend; *l when from Heaven you shall descend,

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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, raisd 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 Paestan fields.
One common stock two lovely roses yields;
Mature by vernal dews, this dares display
Its leaves full blown, and boldly meets the day;
That, fol led in its tender nouage, lies
beauteous bud, nor yet admits the skies.

A CANTATA. sen by Mr. Pepusch. AiR.

Footism Love' scori, thy darts,
And all thy little wanton arts,
To captivate unmanly hearts.
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 unmanly hearts.

rect rative.

Thus Strephon mock'd the power of Love, and swore
His freedom he would still maintain,
Nor cver wear th’ inglorious chain,
Or slavishly adore.
But when Lamira cross'd the plain,
The shepheid gaz'd, and thus revers'd his strain.


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.
Jove, I feel thy power divine,
Aud blushing now my heart resign

THE SOLDIER IN LOVE. A CANTATA. szt with syMPHoxies BY Mr. PEPusch. at R.

W hy, too amorous hero! why Dost thou the war forego, At Celia's feet to lie, And sighing tell thy woe Can you think that sneaking air hit to move th’ unpitying fair? She laughs to see thce trifle so. W hy, too amorous hero! why Dost thou the war forego, At Celia's feet to lie, And sighing tell thy woe RFC is ATIVE. Cleander heard not this advice, Nor would his languishing refrain. But while to Celia once he pray'd in vain, 18y chance his image in a glass he spies, And, blushing at the sight, he grew a luan again.

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AN ODE IN PRAISE OF MUSIC. pra for Mrd ar starioner's hall, 1703.

Descende Corlo, & dic age tibiá,
Regina, longum, Calliope, nelos,
Seu voce nunc inavis acuta
Seu tidibus Cytharave Phoebi.

[Begin with a chorus.]

Awake, coolestial Harmony! Awake, coelestial 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. chonus. 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. 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 harmony, Through all the travers'd scale they fly: 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 reinains.
Sing how the great Creator-God,
On wings of flaming cherubs rode,
To make a world; and, round the dark abys,
Turn'd the golden compasses',
The compasses in Fate's high storehouse found;
“Thus far extend,” he said; “be this
O World, thy measur’d bound.”

* Milton,

Meanwhile a thousand harps were play'd on high;
“Be this thy measur'd bound,”
Was echo'd all around;
“And now arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”
A thousand voices made reply,
“Arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”
What can Music's power control?
When Nature's sleeping soul
Perceiv'd th' enchanting sound,
It wak'd, and shook off foul Deformity;
The mighty melody
Nature's secret chains unbound;
And Earth arose, and Seas, and Sky.
Aloft expanded spheres were slung,
With shining luminaries hung;
A vast Creation stood display'd,
By Heaven's inspiring Music made.
Ö wondrous force of Harmony

Divinest art, whose fame shall never cease! Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth; | When Heaven vouchsaf’d to treat with Farth, Music was herald of the peace: Thy voice could best the joyful tidings tell; Immortal Mercy! boundless Love! A God descending from above, To conquer Death and Hell.

There yet remains an hour of Fate, When Music must again its charins employ; The trumpet's sound Shall call the numerous nations under ground. The numerous nations straight Appear; and some with grief, and some with joy, Their tinal sentence wait. Grand ction us. Then other arts shall pass away: Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie, And Painting fade and die, Nay Earth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay. Music alone, and Poesy, Triumphant o'er the flame, shall see The world's last blaze. The tuneful sisters shall embrace, And praise and sing, and sing and praise, In never-ceasing choirs, to all eternity.

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Recitative. The river's echoing banks with pleasure did prolong The sweetly-warbled sounds, and murmur'd with the Daphne fled swifter, in despair, [songTo 'scape the god's embrace: * And to the genius of the place She sigh'd this wondrous prayer: AiR. Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! Let some sudden change invade me; Fix Ine rooted on thy shore. Cease, Apollo, to persuade me; I am Daphne now no more. Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! Let some sudden change invade me; Fix me rooted on thy shore.

recitative. Apollo wondering stood to see The nymph transform'd into a tree. Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art, His passion, and his race divine; Nor could th’ eternal beans, that round his temples Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart. [shing, AiR. Nature alone can love inspire; Art is vain to move desire. If Nature once the fair incline, To their own passion they resign. Nature alone can love inspire; Art is vain to move desire.

A THOUGHT IN A GARDEN. writorFN in the YEAR 1704.

Deficitrut mansion' blest retreat!
Where all is silent, all is sweet!
Here Contemplation prunes her wings,
The raptur'd Muse inore tuneful sings,
While May leads on the cheerful hours,
And opens a new world of flowers.
Gay Pleasure here all dresses wears,
And in a thousand shapes appears.
Pursu'd by Fancy, how she roves
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,
And Nature's fairest face survey,
Farth seems new-born, and life more bright;
Time steals away, and smooths his flight;
And Thought's bewilder'd in delight.
Where are the crowds I saw of late 2
What are those tales of Europe's fate?
Of Anjou, and the Spanish crown;
And leagues to pull usurpers down?
Of narching armies, distant wars;
Of factions, and domestic jars?
Sure these are last night's dreams, no more;
Or some romance, read lately o'er;
Like Homer's antique tale of Troy,
And powers confederate to destroy
Priam's proud house, the Dardan name,
With him that stole the ravish'd dame,
Aud, to possess another's right,
I)urst the whole world to arms excite. "
Come, gentle Sleep, my eye-lids close,

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A HISH, TO THE NEW YEAR, 1705. Jasus' great leader of the rolling year, 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; Close the fantastic scenes—but grace With brightest aspects thy foreface, - While Time's new oilspring hastens to appear. With lucky omens guide the coming Hours, Command the circling Seasons to advance, o And form their renovated dance, With flowing pleasures fraught, and bless'd by friendly powers. Thy month, O Janus' gave me first to know A mortal's trifling cares below; o My race of life began with thee. Thus far, from great misfortunes free, Contented, I my lot endure, Nor Nature's rigid laws arraign, Nor spurn at common ills in vain,

Which Folly cannot shun, nor wise Rodection cure.

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AUGUSTA. Recitative.

'Tis Fame's chief immortality, ,
Britannia, to be mourn’d by thee.
I know the loss; from midnight skies
Ill omens late did strike my eyes;
Near the radiant northern car
I look'd, and saw a falling star.


Lands remote the loss will hear; From rocks reporting, * Seas transporting, Will the wafted sorrow bear. Winds that fly Will softly sigh, A star has left the British sphere. Lands remote, &c. BRITANNIA. Recitative, Great George' whose azure emblems of renown Are the fair gifts of Britain's crown, Patron of my illustrious isle ! Thou saw'st thy order late express'd, With added brightness, on Devonia's breast; Meet the companion knight, and own him with a smile. Du ET to FOR BRIT ANNIA AND AUGUSTA.

satt. To shade his peaceful grave, Let growing palms extend Atc. To grace his peaceful grave, Let hovering Loves attend To shade, &c. 20th. To grace, &c. Barr. And wakeful Fame defend, atc. And grateful Truth commend worh. The generous and the bravel AUGUSTA. Recitative.

Now shall Augusta's sons their skill impart,
And summon the dumb sister Art,
In marble life to show
What the patriot was below.
Here, let a weeping Cupid stand,
And wound himself with his own dart;
There place the ducal crown, the sword, the wand,
The mark of Anna's trust and his command,

Lofty birth and honours shining Bring a light on noble minds. Every courtly grace combining, Every generous action joining, With eternal laurel binds. Lofty birth and honours shining Bring a light on noble minds,

BRITANNIA. REcitative.

Behold fair Liberty attend, And in Devonia's loss bewail a friend. See o'er his tomb perpetual lanps she lights, Then, on his urn, the goddess writes: “Preserve, O Urn! his silent dust, Who faithful did obey Princes like Anna, good and just, Yet scorn'd his freedom to betray 5

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Whe rurn our stage all others does excel
In strength of wit, we'll not presume to tell:
But this, with noble, conscious pride, we'll say,
No theatre such glories can display;
Such worth conspicuous, beauty so divine,
As in one British audience mingled shine.
Who can, without amazement, turn his sight,
And mark the awful circle here to-night?
Warriors, with ever-living laurels, brought
From empires sav'd, from battles bravely fought,
Here sit; whose matchless story shall adorn
Scenes yet unwrit, and charm e^en ages yet unborn.
Yet who would not expect such martial fire,
That scès what eyes those gallant deeds inspire?
Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim,
Both are her great prerogatives of fame;
By both the Muses live, from both they catch their
Then as by you, in solid glory bright,
Our envy'd Isle through Europe spreads her light,
And rising honours every year sustain,
And mark the golden tract of Anne's distinguish'd
So, by your presence here, we'll strive to raise
To nobler heights our action and our plays;
And poets from your favours shall derive

That immortality they boast to give.

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