Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;
She caft 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 hadst plac'd fuch power before, Thou shouldft 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 defign'd

To be the victim for mankind.

ALEXANDER'S FEAST:

O R, THE

POWER of MUSIC,

ΑΝ O DE,

In Honor of St. CECILIA's Day

'TWA

I.

WA'S at the royal feaft, for Perfia won
By Philip's warlike son :

Aloft in awful ftate

The godlike hero fate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound. (So fhould defert in arms be crown'd ́:)

The lovely Thais, by his fide,

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 deferves the fair.

CHORUS.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

II.

Timotheus, plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

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

And heavenly joys infpire.

The fong began from Jove,

Who left his blissful feats above,
(Such is the power of mighty love.)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god :
Sublime on radiant fpires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia prefs'd:

And while he fought her fnowy breast: Then, round her flender waist he curl'd,

And stamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign of the world.

The lift'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,

Affumes the god,
Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch bears,

Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems 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 fhews his honest face:

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

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain;

Bacchus's bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldier's pleasure :
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORU S.

Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure,

Drinking is the foldier'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 flain.

The master saw the madness rife;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he heaven and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chofe a mournful muse
Soft pity to infuse :

He fung Darius great and good,
By too fevere a fate,

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,

And weltring in his blood;
Deferted, 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.