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Describe the groves beneath, the sylvan bowers, Her sighing lovers, who in crowds auore,
But see! a living prospect drawing near What angels are, when we desire to know,
We form a thought by such as she below, Love's favourite band, selected to maintain And thenceconclude they're bright beyond compare, His choicest triumphs, and support his reign. Compos'd of all that's good, and all that's fair. Muse, pay thy homage here yet oh beware! There yet remains unnam'd a dazzling throng And draw the glorious scene with artful care, Of nymphs, who to these happy shades belong. For foolish praise is satire on the fair.
O Venus! lovely queen of soft desires!
And the glad world with willing zeal obey!
Tw' inspiring Muses and the god of Love, 'Tis hard to say which gives the deepest wound;
Which inost should grace the fair Molinda strove : Or if with greater glory we submit, Pierc'd by her eyes, her humour, or her wit.
Love arm'd her with his bow and kernest darts,
The Muses more enrich'd her mind with arts. See next her charming sister, young and gay, In beauty's bloom like the sweet month of May !
Though Greece in shining temples heretofore The sportful nymph, once in the neighbouring The ancients thought no single gorldess fit,
Did Venus and Minerva's powers adore, grove, Surpris’d by chance the sleeping god of Love;
To reign at once o'er Beauty and o'er Wit; His head reclin'd upon a tuft of green,
Each was a separate claim; till now we find
The different titles in Molinda join'd.
She gilds the evening, or improves the day,
All eyes regard her with transporting fire, Yet how you sport with sleeping Love beware!
One sex with envy burns, and one with fierce desire: My loss of darts I quickly can supply,
But when withdrawn from public show and noise, Your looks shall triumph for Love's deity :
In silent works her fancy she employs, And though you now my feeble power disdain,
A smiling train of Arts around her stand, You once perhaps may feel a lover's pain.”
And court improvement from her curious hand. Though Helen's form, and Cleopatra's charms,
She, their bright patroness, o'er all presides, The boast of Fame, once kindled dire alarms;
And with like skill the pen and needle guides; Those dazzling lights the world no more must view, By this we see gay silken landscapes wrought, And scarce would think the bright description true, whether her voice in tuneful airs she moves,
By that, the landscape of a beauteous thought : Did not that ray of beauty, more divine,
Or cuts dissembled flowers and paper groves,
Her voice transports the ear with soft delight, And matchless skin contend with rival grace;
Her flowers and groves surprise the ravish'd sights And Venus' self, proud of th' officious aid,
Which ev'n to Nature's wonders we prefer; With all her charms adorns th' illustrious maid.
All but that wonder Nature form'd in her. But hark!what more than mortal sounds are
A LETTER TO A FRIEND
Whilst thou art happy in a blest retreat,
And free from care dost rural songs repeat, And spread them into life, and gently chide their Whilst fragrant air fans thy poetic fire, stay.
And pleasant groves with sprightly notes inspire, We court that skill, by which we're sure to die; (Groves whose recesses and refreshing shade The modest fair would fain our suit deny,
Indulge th' invention, and the judgment aid) And sings unwillingly with trembling fear,
1, midst the smoke and clamours of the town, As if concern'd our ruin is so near;
That choke my Muse, and weigh my fancy down, So generous victors softest pity know,
Pass my unactive hours;And with reluctance strike the fatal blow.
In such an air, how can soft numbers flow,
Or in such soil the sacred laurel grow?
Are but some sparks that soon as born expire, Not Venus star, the brightest of the sphere,
Hail happy Woods! harbours of Peace and Soy! Smiles so serene, or casts a light so clear.
Where no black cares the mind's repose destroy! O happy brother of this wondrous fair!
Where grateful Silence unmolested reigns, The best of sisters well deserves thy care;
Assists the Muse, and quickens all her strains,
IN THE COUNTRY.
Such were the scenes of our first parents' love, The poison'd shaft, the Parthian bow, and speas
He hurls impetuous through the field;
If o'er the stcepy Alps he go,
Vast mountains of eternal snow, Might I with you my peaceful days live o'er,
Or where fam'd Ganges and Hyuaspes flow; You, and my friend, whose absence I deplore,
If o'er parch'd Libya's desert land, Calm as a gentle brook's unruffled tide
Where threatening from afar Should the delicious flowing minutes glide;
Th’affrighted traveller Discharg'd of care, on unfrequented plains,
Encounters moving hills of sand; We'd sing of rural joys in rural strains.
No sense of danger can disturb his rest; No false corrupt delights our thoughts should move,
He fears no human force, nor savage beast;
Impenetrable courage steels his manly bitast.
Thus, late within the Sabine grove,
While free from care, and full of love, With pride and scorn th' i.ferior world survey,
I raise my tuneful voice, and stray
A grizly wolf, with glaring eye,
A fiercer monster ne'er, in quest of food,
Apulian forests did molest;
Numidia never saw a more prodigious beast; WITH A DRAWING (BY THE AUTHOR) OF CUPID.
Numidia, mother of the yellow brood,
Where the stern lion shakes his knotted mane, When generous Dido in disguise caress'd
And roars aloud for prey, and scours the spacious
Did e'er the stiffen'd soil unbind,
But Winter holds his unmolestod seat,
And rattling storms of hail, and noisy tempeste
Place me beneath the scorching blaze No such event, fair nymph, you need to fear, Of the fierce Sun's immediate rays, Smiles, without darts, alone attend him here;
Where house or cottage ne'er were seen,
Nor rooted plant or tree, nor springing green;
Charm'd with the music of thy name,
IMITATED IN PARAPIJRASE.
IMITATED IN PARAPHRASE.
Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Prensus Ægæo, &c.
Thou ugly fiend of Hell, away!
Mother of Peace, and Joy, and Love!
O say, thou calm propitious queen, And propagate vain terrours, friglats,
Say, in what solitary grove, Dreams, goblins, and imagin'd sprights,
Within what hollow rock, or winding cell, Thy visionary tribe, thy black ard monstrous race.
By human eyes unsten, Go, haunt the slave that stains his hands in gore!
Like some retreated Druid, dost thou dwell? Possess the perjuridinind, and rack the usurer more,
And why, illusive goddess' why, Than his oppression did the poor before.
When we thy inansion would surrond, Vaivly. you feeble wretches, you prepare
Why dost thou lead us thronglı enchanted grounů. The glittering forgery of war:
To mock our vain research, and from our wishes tly e
FROM THE FRENCH.
The wandering sailors, pale with fear,
Thee shining wealth and plenteous joys surround, For thee the gods implore,
And, all thy fruitful fields around, When the tempestuous sea runs high,
Unnumber'd herds of cattle stray. And when, through all the dark benighted sky, Thy harness'd steeds with sprightly voice No friendly moon or stars appear
Make neighbouring vales and hills rejoice, To guide their steerage to the shore:
While smoothly thy gay chariot flies o'er the swift For thee the weary soldier prays;
measur'd way. Furious in fight, the sons of Thrace,
To me the stars, with less profusion kind,
An humble fortune have assign'd,
And no untuneful lyric vein,
But a sincere contented mind,
And buy thee, if thou might'st be sold,
gold. But neither boundless wealth, nor guards that wait
THE BIRTH OF THE ROSE.
Nor anti-chambers with attendants fill’d,
Held by th' immortals in the skies,
Flora had summon'd all the deities And their foul nests, like swallows, build
That rule o'er gardens, or survey Close to the palace-roofs, and towers that pierce the The birth of greens and springing flowers, sky.
And thus address'd the genial powers.
“Ye shining Graces of my courtly train, Who, in some cottage, far from noise,
The cause of this assembly know! His few paternal gooris enjoys,
In sovereign majesty I reign
O’er the gay flowery universe below;
Yet, my increasing glory to maintain,
A queen I'll choose with spotless honour fair,
The delegated crown to wear. Vain man! that in a narrow space
Let me your counsel and assistance ask,
T accomplish this momentous task.”
The deities that stood around,
At first return'da murmuring sound; To distant climates, and a foreign air?
Then said, “Fair yoddess, do you know Fool! from thyself thou canst not fly,
The factious feuds this must create, Thyself, the source of all thy care.
What jealous rage and mutual hate 30 flies the wounded star, provok'd with pain, Among the rival flowers will grow? Bounds o'er the spacious downs in vain;
The vijest thistle that infests the plain The feather'd torment sticks within his side,
Will think his tawdry painted pride And from the smarting wound a parple tide
Deserves the crown; and, if deny'd, Marks all his way with blood, and dyės the grassy
Perhaps with traitor-plots, molest your reign." plain.
“ Vain are your fears, Flora reply'd, But swifter far is execrable Care
'Tis fix'd and hear how l’ll the cause decide. Than stags, or winds that through the skies
“ Deep in a venerable wood Thick-driving snows and gather'd tempests bear; Where oaks, with vocal skill endued, Pursuing Care the sailing ship out-lies,
Did wondrous oracles of old iinpart, Climbs the tall vessel's painted sides;
Beneath a little hill's inclining side, Nor leaves arm'd squadrons in the field,
A grotto's seen where Nature's art But with the marcbing horseinen rides,
Is exercis'd in all her smiling pride. And dwells alike in courts and camps, and makes all Retir'd in this sweet grassy cell, places yield.
A lovely trood-nymph once did dwell. Then, since no state's completely blest,
She always pleas'd; for more than mortal fire Let's learn the bitter to allay
Shone in her eyes, and did her charms inspire; With gentle unirth, and wisely gay
A Dryad bore the beauteous nymph, a Sylvan was Enjoy at least the present day,
(her sire. And leave to Fate the rest.
Chaste, wise, devont, she still obey'd Nor with vain fear of ills to come
With humble zeal Ileaven's dread commands, Anticipate th' appointed doom.
To every action ask'd our aid, Soon did Achilles quit the stage,
And oft before our altars pray'd; The hero fell by sudden death;
Pure was her heart, and undetil'd her hands. While Tithon to a tedious wasting age
She's dead--and froin her sweet remains
The wondrous mixture I would take,
This much desired, this perfect flower to make. Perhaps, unask’d, to worthless me
Assist, and thus with our transforming pains, Those hours of lengthien'd life may lend, We'll dignify the garden-beds, and grace our fas". Which die'll refuse ty thce.
Th' applauding deities with pleasure heard, words, it may be proper to acquaint the public, And for the grateful work prepar'd.
that they are the first essays of this kind, and A busy face the god of Gardens wore;
were written as an experiment of introducing a Vertumpus of the party too,
sort of composition, which had never been naFrom various sweets th' exhaling spirits drew: turalized in our language. Those who are affectWhile, in full canisters, Pomona bore
edly partial to the Italian tongue will scarce alOf richest fruits a plenteous store;
low music to speak any other; but if reason may And Vesta promis'd wondrous things to do. be admitted to have any share in these entertainGay Venus led a lively train
ments, nothing is more necessary than that the Of smiles and graces: the plump god of Wine words should be understood, without which the From clusters did the flowing neciar strain, end of vocal music is lost. The want of this ocAnd fill’d large goblets with his juice divine. casions a common complaint, and is the chief, if
Thus charg'd, they seek the honour'd shade not the only reason, that the best works of Scar
Where liv'd and died the spotless maid. lati and other Italians, except those performed in On a soft couch of turf the body lay;
operas, are generally but little known or regarded Th’approaching deities press'd all around,
here. Besides, it may be observed, without any Prepar'd the sacred rites to pay
dishonour to a language which has been adorned In silence, and with awe profound.
by some writers of excellent genius, and was the Flora thrice bow'd, and thus was heard to pray.
first among the moderns in which the art of poetry “Jove! mighty Jove! whom all adore,
was revived and brought to any perfection, that Exert thy great creative power!
in the great number of their operas, serenatas, Let this fair corpse be mortal clay no more;
and cantatas, the words are often much inferior to Transform it to a tree,to bear a beauteous flower”
the composition; and though, by their abounding Scarce had the goddess spoke, when see!
with vowels, they have an inimitable aptness and The nymph's extended limbs the form of branches facility for notes, the writers for music have not
always made the best use of this advantage, or Behold the wondrous change, the fragrant tree!
seem to, have relied on it so much as to have re. To leaves was turn'd her flowing hair;
garded little else; so that Mr. Waller's remark on And rich diffus'd perfumes regal'd the wanton air.
another occasion may be frequently applied to
them : Heavens! what new charm, what sudden light, Improves the grot, and entertains the sight! Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song. A sprouting bud begins the tree t'adorn;
Yet so great is the force of sounds well chosen The large the sweet vermilion flower is born! The goddess thrice on the fair infant breath'd,
and skilfully executed, that, as they can hide inTo spread it into life, and to convey
different sense, and a kind of associated pleasure The fragrant soul, and every charm bequeath'd arises from the words though they are but mean;
so the impression cannot fail of being in propor'To make the vegetable princess gay:
tion much greater, when the thoughts are natural Then kiss'd it thrice: the general silence broke, And thus in loud rejoicing accents spoke.
and proper, and the expressions unaffected and
agreeable. “ Ye flowers at my command attendant here, Since, therefore, the English language, though Pay homage, and your sovereign Rose revere! inferior in smoothness, has been found not inca. No sorrow on your drooping leaves be seen ; pable of harmony, nothing would perhaps be want. Let all be proud of such a queen,
ing towards introducing the most elegant style of So fit the floral crown to wear,
music, in a nation which has given such generous To glorify the day, and grace the youthful year." encouragements to it, if our best poets would someThus speaking, she the new-born favourite times assist this design, and make it their diversion
The transformation was complete; (crown'd, to improve a sort of verse, in regular measures, The deities with songs the queen of Aowers did greet: purposely fitted for music, and which, of all the
Soft Autes and tuneful harps were heard to sound; modern kinds, seems to be the only one that can
since poetry and music are so nearly allied, it is a
perfect strangers to the other. If, therefore, a SIX CANTATAS, OR POEMS FOR MUSIC, better correspondence were settled between the two
sister arts, they would probably contribute to each AFTER THE MANNER OF THE ITALIANS.
other's improvement. The expressions of harSET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH.
mony, cadence, and a good ear, which are said Non antè vulgatas per artes
to be so necessary in poetry, being all borrowed
from music, show at least, if they signify any Verba loquor socianda chordis.
thing, that it would be no improper help for a
poet to understand more than the metaphorical THE PREFACE,
sense of them. And on the other hand, a com
poser can never judge where to lay the accent of AS IT WAS PRINTED BEFORE THE MUSIC.
his music, who does not know, or is not made sene TO THE LOVERS OF MUSIC.
sible, where the words have the greatest beauty
and force. MR. Pepusch having desired that some account There is one thing in compositions of this sort should be prefixed to these cantatas relating to the I which seems a little to want explaining, and that
is the recitative music, which many people hear
CANTATA II. it as possible. The different tones of the voice,
ALEXIS. in astonishment, joy, sorrow, rage, tenderness in affirmations, apostrophes, interrogations, and all
RECITATIVE. the varieties of speech, make a sort of natural music, which is very agreeable; and this is what See,-from the silent grove Alexis flies,
And seeks with every pleasing art is intended to be imitated, with some helps by the
To ease the pain, which lovely eyes composer, but without approaching to what we
Created in his heart. call a tune or air; so that it is but a kind of improved elocution or pronouncing the words in mu
To shining theatres he now repairs, sical cadences, and is indeed wholly at the mercy Where thus to Music's power the swain address’d his
To learn Camilla's moving airs, of the performer to make it agreeable or not, ac
prayers. cording to his skill or ignorance, like the reading of verse, which is not every one's talent. This short accoun, may possibly suffice to show how
Charming sounds! that sweetly languish, properly the recitative has a place in compositions
Music, O compose my anguish! of any length, to relieve the ear with a variety,
Every passion yields to thee; and to introduce the airs with the greater ad
Phæbus quickly then relieve me: Fantage.
Cupid shall no more deceive me; As to Mr. Pepusch's success in these compo
I'll to sprightlier joys be free. sitions, I am not at liberty to say any more than
RECITATIVE. that he has, I think, very naturally expressed the
Apollo heard the foolish swain; sense of the words. He is desirous the public He knew, when Daphne once he lov'd, should be informed, that they are not only the first How weak, t'assuage an amorous pain, he has attempted in English, but the first of any
His own harmonious art had prov'd, of his works published by himself; and as he And all his healing herbs how vain. wholly submits them to the judgment of the lovers Then thus he strikes the speaking strings, of this art, it will be a pleasure to him to find, that Preluding to his voice, and sings. bis endeavours to promote the composing of music in the English language, after a new model, are Sounds, though charming, can't relieve thee; favourably accepted.
Do not, shepherd, then deceive thee,
Music is the voice of Love.
Will alone thy pain remove.
ON THE SPRING.
FRAGRANT Flora! haste, appear,
Goddess of the youthful Year!
Zephyr gently courts thee now:
On thy buds of roses playing,
All thy breathing sweets displaying,
Hark, his amorous breezes blow!
Fragrant Flora! haste, appear!
Goddess of the youthful Year!
Zephyr gently courts thee now.
Thus on a fruitful hill, in the fair bloom of spring. Britannia heard the notes diffusing wide,
The tuneful Colinet, his voice did raise, And saw the power whom gods and men adore, The vales remurmur'd with his lays, Approaching nearer with the tide,
And listening birds hung hovering on the wing, And in a rapture loudly cry'd,
In whispering sighs soft Zephyr by him flew, O welcome! welcome to my shore!
While thus the shepherd did his song renew.