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And hark, she mourns, but mourns in vain,
RECITATIVE, Her beauteous, lov'd Adonis, slain.
Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy strain; The hills and woods her loss deplore;
The lovely scene false joy inspires : The Najads hear, and flock around;
For look, thou fond, deluded swain,
A rising storm invades the main!
The planet of the night,
Inconstant, from thy sight
Behind a cloud retires.
Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy strain.
Like the Moon and Ocean smiling,
Does thy easy faith betray;
Like the Moon and Occan changing,
More inconstant proves than they,
Transform'd by heavenly power,
Fair rival to the god of day,
A thousand sprightly fruits we owe;
And every art t' improve the sense,
And every grace that shines below.
Not Phoebus does our songs inspire,
Nor did Cyllenius forin the lyre,
"Tis thou art music's living spring;
To thee the poet tunes his lays,
And, sweetly warbling Beauty's praise,
Describes the power that makes him sing:
Painters from thee their skill derive,
By thee their works to ages live,
That seem to shoot from other skies.
Enchanting vision! who can be
Unmov'd that turns his eyes on thee?
Yet brighter still thy glories shine,
Grows, like its parent Heaven, divine!
OUNG Strephon, by his folded sheep,
SET BY DR. PEPUSCU,
The neighbouring sea was calm and bright; Love frowns in beauteous Myra's eyes; The shepherd sung inspird, and bless'd the lovely
Ah, nymph! those cruel looks give v'er.
And you can charm no more.
Mark, how, when sullen clouds appear, Secret Night, my joys divining,
And wintry storins deface the year,
The prudent cranes no longer stay,
But take the wing, and through the air, While the sky and seas are shining,
From the cold region fly away,
And far o'er land and seas to warmer climes repair
SET BY DR. PEPUSCH,
Just so, my heart-But see-Ah no!
While, loud with conquest and with wine, She smileseI will not, cannot go,
His jolly troop around him reel'd along,
In this applauding song,
Bacchus, ever gay and young,
First did drinking joys ordain:
1. Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
2. Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
1. Pich the treasure!
2. Sweet the pleasure !
BOTH. Sweet is pleasure after pain !
Fir'd with the sound, the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again,
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST, CECILIA'S DAY,
slew the slain.
The master saw the madness rise,
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he Heaven and Earth defy'd,
He chose a mournful Muse,
Soft pity to infuse;
(pride, 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won
Then thus he chang'd his song, and check d his
See Darius great and good,
By too severe a fate,
Fall'n from his high estate:
Behold his flowing blood !
With not a friend to close his eyes.
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, None but the brave deserves the fair!
Revolving in his alter'd soul
And, now and then, a sigh he stole,
And tears began to fiow,
The mighty master smil'd to see
That Love was in the next degree, Frembling the notes ascend the sky,
'Twas but a kindred sound to move:,
For Pity melts the mind to Love.
Softly sweet in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures, (Such is the power of inighty Love!) A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
War is toil and trouble,
Honour is an airv bubble,
Never ending, still beginning, Then round her slender waist he curld,
Fighting still, and still destroying, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of
If the world be worth thy winning, the world. The listening crowd adore the lofty sound,
Think, ( think it, worth enjoying;
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee,
The prince unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair,
Who caus'd his care,
And sigh'd and look d, sigh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again:
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breasta The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young:
DUETTO. Behold he comes, the victor god!
1. Phoebus, patron of the lyre, Flush'l with a purple grace,
2. Cupid, god of soft desire, He shows his honest face;
(rode, 1. Cupid, god of soft desire, As when, by tigers drawn, o'er India's plains he 2. Phoebus, patron of the lyre,
I. and 2. How victorious are your charms! And thy bright eye is brighter far 1. Crown'd with conquest,
Than any planet, any star. 2. Full of glory,
Thy sordid way of life despise,
Above thy slavery, Silvia, rise;
And grow a goddess, or a queen.
CONSTANTIA, see, thy faithful slave
Dies of the wound thy beauty gave!
From fond pursuing Love to tiy.
Thy pity to my love impart,
Pity my bleeding aching heart,
Regard my sighs and tlowing tears,
And with a smile remore my fears.
A wedded wife if thou would'st be,
By sacred Ilymen join'd to me,
Ere yet the western Sun decline,
My hand and heart shall both be thine,
Behold a ghastly band,
Turice lov'd Constantia, heavenly fair,
For thee a servant's forin I wear;
For thee, both wealth and birth I scorn:
Trust me, fair maid, my constant flame
For ever will remain the same;
My love, that ne'er will cease, my love
Shall equal to thy beauty prove.
FROM PERSIAN VERSES.
The princes applaud with a furious joy;
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey,
Thus long ago,
While organs yet were mute;
And sounding lyre,
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
Enlarr'd the foriner narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds, [fore. With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown be
ALLUDING TO THE CUSTOM OF WOMEN BEING BURICD
WITH THEIR HUSBANDS, AND MEN WITH THEIR
The generous souls of lovers bind,
To be for ever true and kind;
Lest we our solumn vows should break,
And willing the same fate pai take,
May shun the fear which first shall die,
Alike consun'd in Love's soft fire,
But gentle both at once expire.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown;
She drew an angel down,
ON ARQEŽNASSA OF COLOPIIOS,
Within my breast a lover's fire;
Vainly wrinkles all her face,
Charm my eyes with lasting grace :
But before old Time pursued her,
Masons, instead of " building houses," Ere he sunk these little caves,
To“ build the church,” would starve their spouses, How I pity those who view'd her,
And gladly leave their trades, for storming
The meeting houses or informing.
Rogues, that, like Falstaff, scarce know whether ON FULVIA, TIE WIFE OF ANTIIONY.
A church's inside 's stone or leather,
Yet join the parsons and the people,
“ the church,”—but mean - the steeple.” Wuile from his consort false Antonius dies, If, holy mother, such you'll own And doats on Glaphyra's far brighter eyes,
For your true sons, and such alone,
Then Heaven have mercy upon you,
ADE TO THE CREATOR OF THE WORLD. “ 'Tis war,” she says “ if I refuse her charms :" Let's think--she's ugly.—Trumpets,sound to arms!
Quid prius dicam solitis parentis
Qui mare & terras, variisquc mundum
'nde nil majus gencratur ipso; That's now beginning through the nation !
Nec viget quicquam simile, aut secundum. The Jacks bawl loud for church triumphant,
INTRODUCTION TO THE FOLLOWING
That the praises of the Author of Nature, which As bigots give the sign about,
is the fittest subject for the sublime way of writing, They stretch their throats with hideous shout.
was the most ancient use of poetry, cannot be Black tinkers bawl aloud “ to settle
learned from a more proper instance (next to ex“ Church privilege”-for “ mending kettle."
amples of holy writ) than from the Greek fragEach sow-gelder that blows his horn,
ments of Orpheus; a relique of great antiquity Cries out " to have dissenters sworn."
they contain several verses concerning God, and The oyster-wenches lock their fish up,
his making and governing the universe; which, And cry“ no presbyterian bishop !"
though imperfect, have many noble hints and The mouse-trap men lay save-alls by,
lofty expressions. Yet, whether these verses were And 'gainst “ low-church men” loudly cry; indeed written by that celebrated father of poetry A creature of amphibious nature,
and music, who preceded Homer, or by OnomaThat trims betwixt the land and water,
critus, who lived about the time of Pisistratus, And leaves his mother in the lurch,
and only contain some of the doctrines of OrTo side with rebels 'gainst the church!
pheus, is a question of little use or importance. Some cry for “ penal laws," instead
A large paraphrase of these in French verse has Of“ pudding-pies, and gingerbread :"
been prefixed to the translation of Phocylides, but And some, for“ brooms, old boots, and shoes,"
in a flat style, much inferior to the design. The Roar out, God bless our commons' house !"
following ode, with many alterations and additions Some bawl “ the votes about the town,
proper to a modern poem, is attempted upon the And wish they'd “ vote dissenters down."
same model, in a language which, having stronger Instead of “ kitchen-stull," some cry,
sinews than the French, is, by the confession of " Confound the late whig-ministry !"
their best critic, Rapin, more capable of sustainAnd some, for “ any chairs to mend,"
ing great subjects.
ODE TO THE CREATOR OF THE WORLD.
O Muse unfeign'd! ( true celestial fire, Blames “ toleration of opinions,”
Brighter than that which rules the day, Blue-apron wbores, that sit with furmety,
Desveid! a mortal tongue inspire Rail at “occasional conformity.”
To sing some great immortal lay! Instead of “ cucumbers to pickle,"
Begin, and strike aloud the consecrated lyre! Some cry aloud, no conventicle!"
Hence, ye profane! be far away!
Hence, all ye impious slaves, that bow
At one wide view his eye surveys
His works, in every distant cline;
He shifts the seasons, months, and days, And bence, ye gods, who to a crime your spurious The short-liv'd otispring of revolving Time; beings owe!
By turns they die, by turns are born. But hear, O Bleaven, and Earth, and Seas profound ! Now cheerful Spring the circle leads, Hear, ye fathom'd Deeps below,
And strows with flowers the smiling meads; And let your echoing vaults repeat the soupd; Gay Suinmer next, whom russet robes adorn, Let Nature, trembling all around,
And waving fields of yellow corn; Attend her Master's awful name,
Then Autumn, who with lavish stores the lap of From whom Heaven, Earth, and Seas, and all the Nature spreads; wide Creation came.
Decrepit Winter, laggard in the dance,
(Like feeble Age oppress'd with pain) He spoke the great command; and Light,
A heavy season does maintain, Heaven's eldest-born and fairest child,
With driving snows, and winds, and rain; Flash'd in the lowering face of ancient Night,
Till Spring, recruited to advance,
The sons of Morning, on the wing,
But who, thou great Ador'd! who can withstand When, from the unbounded vacuous space,
The terrours of thy lifted hand, A beauteous rising World they saw,
When, long provok'd, thy wrath awakes, When Nature show'd her yet unfinish'd face,
And conscious Nature to her centre shakes? And Motion took th' establish'd law
Rais'd by thy voice, the thunder flies, To roll the various globes on high;
Hurling pale Pear and wild Confusion round, When Time was taught his infant wings to try,
How dreadful is th' inimitable sound, And from the barrier sprung to his appointed
The shock of Earth and Seas, and labour of the
Then where's Ambition's haughty crest? Supreme, Almighty, still the same!
Where the gay head of wanton Pride? 'Tis he, the great inspiring Mind,
See! tyrants fall, and wish the opening ground. 'That animates and moves this universal frame,
Would take them quick to shades of rest, Present at once in all, and by no place confin'd. And in their common parent's breast, Not Heaven itself can bound his sway;
From thee, their bury'd forms for ever hide! Beyond th' untravell’d limits of the sky,
In vain--for all the elements conspire, Invisible to mortal eye,
The shatter'd Earth, the rushing Sea, He dwells in uncreated day.
Tempestuous Air, and raging Fire, Without beginning, without end; 'tis he
To punish vile mankind, and fight for thee; That fils th’ unmeasur'd growing orb of vast im Nor Death itself can intercept the blow, mensity.
Eternal is the guilt, and without end the woes What power but his can rule the changeful Main, O Cyrus! Alexander! Julius! all And wake the sleeping Storın, or its loud rage re Ye mighty Lords, that ever rul'd this ball! strain ?
Once gods of Earth, the living destinies, When Winds their gather'd forces try,
That made a hundred nations bow ! And the chaf'd Ocean proudly swells in vain,
Where's your extent of empire now! His voice reclaims th’impetuous roar;
Say, where preserv'd your phantom Glory lies, In murinuring tides th'abated billows Ay,
Can brass the fleeting thing secure? And the spent tempest dies upon the shore.
Enshrin'd in temples does it stay? The meteor world is his, Heaven's wintry store, Or in huge amphitheatres endure The moulded hail, the feather'd snow;
The rage of rolling Time, and scorn decay? The summer breeze, the soft refreshing shower, Ah, no! the mouldering monuments of Fame The loose divided cloud, and many-colour'd bow; Your vain deluded hopes betray, The crooked lightning darts around,
Nor show th' ambitious founder's name, His sovereign orders to fulfil;
Mix'd with yourselves in the saine mass of clay, The shooting flame obeys th’ Eternal will,
Launch'd from his hand, instructed where to kill, Proceed, my Muse! Time's wasting thread pursuc, Or rive the mountain oak, or blast th' unshelter'd And see, at last, th' unravellid clue, ground.
When cities sink, and kingdoms are no more,
And weary Nature shall her work give o'er. Yet, pleas'd to bless, indulgent to supply,
Behold th' Almighty Judge on high! He, with a father's tender care,
See in his hand the book of Fate ! Supports the nuinerous family
Myriads of spirits fill the sky That peoples earth, and sea, and air.
T attend, with dread solemnity, From Nature's giant race, th' enormous elephant, The World's last scene, and Time's concluding Down to the insect worm and creeping ant;
date. From th' eagle, sovereign of the sky,
The feeble race of short-livid Vanity, To tach inferior feather'd brood;
And sickly Pomp, at once shall die! From crowns and purple majesty,
Foul Guilt to midnight caves will shrink away, To humble shepherds on the plain,
Look back, and tremble in her flight, Hlis hand unscen, divides to all their food,
And curse at Heaven's pursuing light, And the whole world of life sustains.
Surrounded with the vengeance of that day,