Графични страници
PDF файл
ePub

II. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair ;

She cast not back a pitying eye:
But left her lover in despair,

To figh, to languish, and to die :
Ah, how can those fair eyes endure
To give the wounds they will not cure !

III.

Great god of love, why haft thou made

A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade,

And change the laws of ev'ry land? Where thou hadît plac'd such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.

,

IV.
When Chloris to the temple comes,

Adoring crowds before her fall ;
She can restore the dead from tombs,

And every life but mine recal.
I only am by Love design'd
To be the victim for mankind.

ALEXANDER'S FEAST :

OR,

THE

P O W É R of MUS I

M U S C

А

N

OD

Es

In Honor of St. Cecilia's Day.

'T"

1.
WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won

By Philip's warlike fon :
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero fate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound.

(So should desert in arms be crown'd :)
The lovely Thais, by his side,
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair !
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserves the fair.

CHORU S.
Happy, happy, happy pair !
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserves the fair.

II.

Timotheus, plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire. The fong began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia press’d:

And while he fought her snowy breast:
Then, round her slender waist he curld,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sov'reign of

the world.
The list’ning crowd admire the lofty found,
A present deity, they shout around:
A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound:

With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

CHORU S.
With ravish'd ears
The monarch bears,
Afumes the god,

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

III.
The praise of Bacchusthen, thesweet musician fung;
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young :

The jolly god in triumph comes;
Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums;

Flush'd with a purple grace

He shews his honeft face : Nowgive the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain ;
Bacchus's blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure :

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORUS.
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ;

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure;
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

IV.
Sooth'd with the found the king grew vain;

Fought all his battles o'er again ;
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he

flew the slain.
The master saw the madness rise ;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ;
And while he heaven and earth defy’d,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.

He chose a mournful muse

Soft pity to infuse:
He fung Darius great and good,

By too severe a fate,
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,

And weltring in his blood ;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed :
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his

eyes.

« ПредишнаНапред »