IV. But when through all th' infernal bounds, Love, ftrong as Death, the Poets led What founds were heard, O'er all the dreary coasts! Fires that glow, Shrieks of woe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghofts! But hark! he strikes the golden lyre; See, fhady forms advance! Thy stone, O Sifyphus, ftands ftill, And the pale spectres dance! The Furies fink upon their iron beds, 50 55 60 65 And fnakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads. 4. By the ftreams that ever flow, O'er the Elyfian flowers; Or Amaranthine bowers; 75 By By the hero's armed fhades, By the youths that dy'd for love, Oh take the husband, or return the wife! He fung, and hell confented To hear the Poet's prayer; O'er death, and o'er hell," A conqueft how hard and how glorious! With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious. VI. 80 85 90 But foon, too foon the lover turns his eyes : 95 Now with Furies furrounded, Defpairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows, Amidft Rhodope's fnows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies; Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung, Ah fee, he dies! And make despair and madness please: 120 And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. And angels lean from heaven to hear. Her's lift the foul to heaven. 125 130 TWQ TWO CHORUSE S то THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS. Altered from Shakespeare by the Duke of Buckingham, at whose defire thefe two Chorufes were compofed, to fupply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham-house. Y CHORUS OF ATHENIANS. STROPHE I. E fhades, where facred truth is fought; In vain your guiltlefs laurels ftood War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, Oh heaven-born fifters! fource of art! Who charm the fenfe, or mend the heart; To what new clime, what distant sky, Say, will ye blefs the bleak Atlantic fhore? Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more? 10 S 15 STROPHE STROPHE II. When Athens finks by fates unjust, When wild Barbarians fpurn her duft; Shall ceafe to blush with stranger's gore; Till fome new Tyrant lifts his purple hand, Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball ! In every age, in every state! Still, when the luft of tyrant power fucceeds, 20 25 30 CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. SEMICHORUS. OH Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast ? Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame. Love, foft intruder, enters here, But entering learns to be fincere. G 2 5 Why, |