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The song 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 sender waist he curl'd,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the

world.
The listening crowd admire the lofty sound,
A present deity, they shout around:
A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound:

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

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS,
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Afumes the god,

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

III.
The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet 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 thews his honeft face:
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Now

Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

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

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORU S.
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 sound, 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,

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.
With down-cast looks the joyless victor fate
Revolving in his alter'd soul

The various turns of chance below;
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;

And tears began to flow.

C H 0 R U S.
Revolving in his alter'd foul

The various turns of chance below;
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.

V.
The mighty master smild, to see
That love was in the next degree:
>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. War, he fung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying:

If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O think, it worth enjoying:

Lovely Thais fits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.

'The

The many rend the skies with loud applause;
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care
And sigh’d and look’d, figh'd and look’d,

Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again:
At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast.

CHORU S.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,
And figh'd and look'd, high'd and look'd,

Sigh’d and look’d, and sigh'd again:
At length, with love and wine at once opprefi'd,
The vanquill'd vi&tor funk upon her breaft.

VI.
Now strike the golden lyre again :
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark, the horrid found

Has rais'd up his head:

As awak'd from the dead,

And amaz’d, he ftares around.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the furies arise:
See the snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold

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Behold a ghaftly band,

Each a torch in his hand ! Those are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain,

And unbury'd remain

Inglorious on the plain:
Give the

vengeance due

To the valiant crew.
Behold how they tofs their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hoftile gods.
The princes applaud, with a furious joy;
And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

CHORU S.
And the king seiz'd a fiambeau with zeal to destroy;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

VII.
Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn’d to blow,

While organs yet were mute;
Timotheus, to his breathing Aute,

And founding lyre,
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

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