VII.

RECITATIVE.

Now ftrike the golden lyre again;

A louder yet, and yet a louder ftrain:
Break his bands of fleep asunder,

Rouze 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 stares around!

AIR [with fymphonies.]

Revenge, Revenge, Alecto cries,

See the furies arife!

See the fnakes that they rear,

How they hifs in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

VIII.

RECITATIVE.

Behold a ghaftly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

Thofe 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 Perfian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hoftile gods!

AIR.

The princes applaud with a furious joy;

And the king feiz'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.

IX.

RECITATIVE.

Thus, long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mute;

Timotheus, to his breathing flute,

And founding lyre,

Could fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire.
At laft divine Cecilia came,

Inventrefs of the vocal frame;

The sweet enthufiaft, from her facred store,
Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn sounds,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

AIR.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down.

SONGS.

SON G S.

I.

THY origin's divine, I fee,

Of mortal race thou can'ft not be;
Thy lip a ruby luftre shows;
Thy purple cheek outfhines the rose,
And thy bright eye is brighter far
Than any planet, any ftar.
Thy fordid way of life despise,
Above thy flavery, Silvia, rife;
Difplay thy beauteous form and mien,

And grow a goddess, or a queen.

CONS

II.

ONSTANTIA, see, thy faithful slave,
Dies of the wound thy beauty gave!

Ah! gentle nymph, no longer try
From fond purfuing love to fly.

Thy pity to my love impart,
Pity my bleeding aching heart,
Regard my fighs and flowing tears,
And with a smile remove my fears.

A wedded wife if thou would'st be,
By facred Hymen join'd to me,
Ere yet the western fun decline,
My hand and heart fhall both be thine.

T

III.

HRICE lov'd Conftantia, heavenly fair,
For thee a fervant's form I wear;
Though blest with wealth, and nobly born,
For thee, both wealth and birth I fcorn:
Trust me, fair maid, my conftant flame
For ever will remain the fame;

My love, that ne'er will ceafe, my love
Shall equal to thy beauty prove.

ETERNAL are the chains which here

The generous fouls of lovers bind,

When Hymen joins our hands, we swear
To be for ever true and kind :

And when, by death, the fair are snatch'd away,
Left we our folemn vows fhould break,
In the fame grave our living corpse we lay,
And willing the fame fate partake.

ANO

M

ANOTHER.

Y deareft fpoufe, that thou and I May fhun the fear which firft fhould die, Clafp'd in each other's arms we'll live,

Alike confum'd in love's foft fire,

That neither may at last survive,
But gently both at once expire.

ON

ARQUE AN ASSA

O F

COL OPH O S.

RQUEÄNASSA's charms infpire
Within my breaft a lover's fire;

Age, its feeble fpite difplaying,

Vainly wrinkles all her face,

Cupids, in each wrinkle playing,
Charm my eyes with lafting grace :
But, before old Time purfued her,
Ere he funk thefe little caves,
How I pity thofe who view'd her,
And in youth were made her flaves !

ON