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AIR.

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The god of Love his motion spies,
Love and pleasures gaily flowing,

Lays by the pipe, and shoots a dart
Come this charming season grace!

Through Corydon's unwary heart,
Smile, ye fair! your joys bestowing,

Then, smiling, from his ambush flies;
Spring and youth will soon be going,

While in his room, divinely bright,
Seize the blessings ere they pass :

The reigning beauty of the groves surpris'd the Love and pleasures gaily tlowing,

shepherd's sight. Come this charming season grace!

Who, from love his heart securing,

Can avoid th’enchanting pain)
CANTATA IV.

Pleasure calls with voice alluring,

Beauty softly binds the chain.
MIRANDA.

Who, from love his heart securing,
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Can avoid th' enchanting pain?
MIRANDA's tuneful voice and fame
Had reach'd the wondering skies;
From Heaven the god of Music caine,

CANTATA VI.
And own'd a pleas'd surprise ;

THE COQUET.
Then in a soft melodious lay,
Apollo did these grateful praises pay.

Airy Cloe, proud and young,
Matchless charmer! thine shall be

The fairest tyrant of the plain,
The highest prize of harmony.

Laugh'd at her adoring swain.
Phoebus ever will inspire thee,

He sadly sigh'd-she gayly sung,
And th' applauding world admire thee;

And wanton, thus reproach'd his pain.
All shall in thy praise agree.
Matchless charmer! thine shall be

Leave me, silly shepherd, go,
The highest prize of harmony.

You only tell me what I know,
RECITATIVE.

You view a thousand charms in me;
The god then summon'd every Muse t appcar,

Then cease thy pravers, I'll kinder grow, And hail their sister of the quire; (hear,

When I can view such charins in thee. Smiling they stood around, her soothing strains to

Leave me, silly shepherd, go; And till’d her happy soul with all their firc.

You only tell me what I know,

You view a thousand charms in me.
O Harmony! how wondrous sweet,
Dost thou our cares allay!

Amyntor, fir'd by this disdain,
When all thy moving graces meet,

Curs'd the proud fair, and broke his chain; How softly dost thou steal our easy hours away!

He rav'd, and at the scorner swore,
O Harmony! how wondrous sweet,

And vow'd he'd be Love's fool no more-
Dost thou our cares allay!

Bat Cloe smil'd, and thus she call’d him back again.

Shepherd, this I've done to prove thee,
CANTATA V.

Now thou art a man, I love thee:

And without a blush resign.
CORYDO.V.

But ungrateful is the passion,
RECITATIVE.

And destroys our inclination,

When, like slaves, our lovers whine.
WHILE Corydon the lonely shepherd try'd

Shepherd, this l've done to prove thee,
His tuneful flute, and charm'd the grove, Now thou art a man, I love thee,
The jealous nightingales, that strove

And without a blush resign.
To trace his notes, contending dy'd;
At last he hears within a myrtle shade

An echo answer all his strain;
Love stole the pipe of sleeping Pan, and play'd;
Then with his voice decoys the listening swain.

PRAISES OF HEROIC VIRTTE.
WITH A FLUTE.
Gay shepherd, to befriend thee,

FROM THE FRACMENTS OF TYRTAUS.
Here pleasing scenes attend thee,

TRANSLATED IN THE YEAR 1701, ON OCCASION OF O this way speed thy pace! If music can delight thee,

THE KING OF FRANCE'S BREAKING THE Or visions fair invite thee,

PEACE OF RYSWICK.
This bower's the happy place.
Gay shepherd, to befriend thec,

O Spartan youths! what fascinating charms Here pleasing scenes attend thee,

Have froze your blood? why rust your idle arins
O this way speed thy pace!

When, with awaken'd courage, will you go,
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And ininds resolr'd, to meet the threat'ning foe The shepherd rose, he gaz'd around,

What! shall our vile lethargic sloth betrar And rainly sought the inagic sound; To gieedy ncighbours an unguarded prey?

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UNDER THE PRINT OF

Or com you see their armies rush from far,
And sit secure amidst the rage of war?

Bright Venus and her son stood by,
Ye gods! how great, how glorious 'tis to see

And heard a proud disdainful fair The warrior-hero fight for liberty,

Thus boast her wretched liberty; For his d-ar children, for his tender wife,

They scorn'd she should the raptures share, For all the valued joys, and soft supports of life! Which their happier captives know, Then let him draw his sword, and take the field, Nor would Cupid draw his cow And fortify his breast behind the spacious shield. To wound the nymph, but laugh'd out this reply. Nor fear to die; in vain you shun your fate, Nor can you shorten, nor prolong its date;

Proud and foolish! hear your fate! For life's a measur'd race, and he that flies

Waste your youth, and sich too late From darts and fighting foes, at home inglorious

Por joys which now you say you hate. No grievi g crowds his obsequies attend; (dies; When your decaying eyes But all applaud and weep the soldier's end,

Can dart their fires no viore, Who, desperately brave, in tight sustains

The wrinkles of threescore Inflirted wounts, and honourable stains,

Shall make you vainly wise. And falls a sacrifice to Glory's haris:

Proud and foolish! hear your fate! But if a just success shall crown his arms,

Waste your youth, and sigh ioo late For his return the rescued people wait,

For joys which now you say you hate. To see the guardian genius of the state; With rapture viewing his majestic face, His dauntless mien, and every martial grace, They'll bless the toils he for their safety bure,

SONG
Admire them living, and when dead adore.

Would you gain the tender creature,
Softly-gently-kindly--treat her!

Suffering is the lover's part:

Beanty by constraint possessing,
TOM BRITTO.V.

You enjoy but half the blessing,

Lifeless charıns without the heart.
THE MUSICAL SMALL-COAL MAN.
Trouch

mcan thy rank, yet in thy humble cell
Did gentle Peace and arts unpurchas'd dwell.
Well plcas d Apollo thither led his train,
And Music warbled in her sweetest strain;

CUPID AND SCARLATI,
Cullenius so, as fables tell, and Jove,,

A CANTATA.
Came willing guests to poor Philemon's grove.
Let useless Poinp behold, and blush to find
So low a station, such a liberal mind.

Ox silver Tyver's vocal shore,

The tam'd Scarlati strook his lyre,
SONG.

And strove, with charms unknowit before,
THE FAIR TRAVELLER.

'The springs of tuneful sound t'explore, Ix young Astrca's sparkling eye,

Beyond what Art alone could e'er inspire;

When see-the sweet <ssay to hear,
Resistless Love has fix'd his throne;

Venus with her son drew near,
A thousand lovers bleeding lie
For her, with wounds they fear to own.

And, pleas'd to ask the master's aid,

The mother goddess, smiling, saich
While the coy beauty speeds her flight
To distant groves from whence she came;

Harmonious son of Phobus, see,
Solightning vanishes from sight,

"lis Love, 'tis little Love I bring. Bat leaves the forest in a fiaine!

The gucen of beauty snes to thee,
To teach her wanton boy to sing.

RECITATIE
A CANTATA.

The pleas'd musician hard with joy,

And, proud to teach th' immortal bor, SET BY MR. D. PURCELL,

Did all his songs and heavily skill impart;

The boy', to recompense his art,
Love, I defy thce!

Repeating. did each song improve,
Venus, I fly thee!

And breath'd into his airs the charms of love, I'm of chaste Diana's train,

And taught the master thus to touch the heart.
Away, thou winged boy!
Thou bear'st thy darts in vain,

Love inspiring,
I hate the languid joy,

Sounds pe, suarting,
I mock the tritling pain.

Makes his carts resisties, Ay;
Love, I defy thee!

Beanty aking,
Venus, I fly thee!

Arts aspiring, I'm of chaste Diana's train.

Gives thein wings to rise more high. VOL X

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SET BY MR. PEP'SCH.

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CHORUS

A CANTATA.

The nymph look'd back, well pleas'd to see SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY SIGNIOR NICOLINI HAYM.

That Damon ran as swift as she.

Pastora fled to a shady grove;
AIR.

Damon view'd her,
Ye tender powers! how shall I move

And pursu'd her;
A careless maid, that laughs at love?

Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love.
Cupid, to my succour fly:
Come with all thy thrilling darts,
Thy melting flames to soften hearts;
Conquer for me, or I die!

A PASTORAL MASQUE.
Ye tender powers! how shall I move
A careless maid, that laughs at love?

SCENE, A PROSPECT OF A WOOD.
Cupid, to my succour fly!

ENTER A SHEPHERD, AND SINGS.

YE Thus, in a melancholy shade,

E nymphs and shepherds of the grove, A pensive lover to his aid

That know the pleasing pains of love, Invok'd the god of warm desire;

Fager for th' expected blessing, Love heard him, and, to gain the maid,

Sighing, panting for possessing ! Did this successful thought inspire.

Leave your flocks, and haste away,

With solemn state,
AIR.

To celebrate
Take her humour, smile, be gay,

Cupid and Hymen's holiday. In her favourite follies join, l'hat's the chart will make her thine.

Enter a band of shepherds on one side with garCast thy serious airs away,

lands; on the other side, shepherdesses with Freely courting,

canisters of flowers.
Toying, sporting,
Soothe her hours with amorous play.
Take her humour, smile, be gay,

From the echoing hills, and the jovial plains, In her favourite follies join,

Where pleasure, and plenty, and happiness reigns; That's the charm will make her thine.

We leave our flocks, and haste away,

With solemn state

To celebrate

Cupid and Hymen's holiday.
PASTORA,
A CANTATA.

[A dance here ]
SET BY MR. PEPUSCH,

Scene opening discovers a pleasant bower, with

the god of love asleep,, attended by Cupids, RECITATIVE.

some playing with his bow, others sharpening Ox fam'd Arcadia's flowery plains,

his arrows, &c. On each side the bower, walks The gay Pastora once was heard to sing ;

of cypress trees, and fountains playing; a disa Close by a fountain's crystal spring,

tant landscape terminates the prospect. She warbled out her merry strains.

Verse for a shepherdess, with flutes.
AIR.
Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

See the mighty power of love,
You must every humour try;

Sleeping in a Cyprian grove ! Sometimes flatter, sometimes teaze us,

Nymphs and shepherds, gently shed Often laugh, and sometimes cry.

Spices round his sacred head; Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

On his lovely body shower
You must every humour try.

Leaves of roses, virgin lilies,
Soft denials

Cowslips, violets, daffodilies,
Are but triais,

And with garlands dress the bower.
You must follow when we fly.

Rittornel of futes. After which Cupid rises, and Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

sings, with his bow drawn.
You must every humour try.

Yield to the god of soft desires !
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Damon, who long ador'd the sprightly maid,

Whose gentle influence inspires
Yet never durst his love relate,

Every creature Resolv'd at last to try his fate;

Throughout nature He sigh'd !--she smild!-He kneel'd and pray'd!

With sprightly joys and genial fires,
She frown'd;-he rose, and walk'd away,

Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs,
But, soon returning, look'd more gay,
And sung and danc'd, and on his pipe a cheerful

Hail, thou potent deity!
echo play'd.

Every creature

Throughout nature
AIR. WITH AN ECHO OF FLUTES,
Pastora fled to a shady grove;

Owns thy power as well as we.
Damon view'd her,

Enter Hymen in a saffron-coloured robe, a chaplet
And pursu'd her;

of flowers on his head, and in his hand the Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love,

nuptial torch; attended by priests,

HYMEN.

AIR.

HYMEX

This shining empress to array,
Behold a greater power than he,

When you present her all your train of Loves,
Behoid the marriage deity!

Your chariot, and your murmuring doves,

Tell her she wants one charm to inake the rest more Chorus, by Hymen's attendants.

gay, Behold the marriage deity!

Then, siniling, to th' harmonious beauty say: CUPID, SMILING. Behold the god of household strife,

To a lovely face and air, That spoils the happy lover's life,

Let a tender heart be join'd. And turns a mistress to a wife!

Love can make you doubly fair;

Music's sweeter when you're kind. Poolish and inconstant boy!

To a lovely face and air,
Thine's a transitory joy;

Let a tender heart be join'd.
Sudden fits in Pleasure's ferer;
Hymen's blessings last for ever.

CUPID.
Hlymen's bondage lasts for ever;

A TRAGMEVT.
Love's free pleasures failing never.

In every age, to brighter honours born,
HYMEX,

Which loveliest nymphs and sweetest bards adorn, Lore's stolen pleasures, insincere,

Beauty and Wit each other's aid require, Purchas'd at a rate too dear,

And poets sing what once the fair inspire; Shame and sorrow will destroy,

The fair for ever thus her charms prolong, If Hymnen license not the joy.

And live rewarded in the tuneful song.

Thus Sacharissa slines in Waller's lays,
BOTH TOGETHER

And shie, who rais'd his genius, shares his praise. Then let us join hands and unite.

Each does in each a mutual life infuse,
Last Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs.

Th’inspiring Beauty, the recording Muse.
Hos happy, how happy, how happy are we,
Where Cupid and Hymen in consort agree!
We'll revel all day with sports and delight,
And Hymen and Cupid shall govern the night.

CLAUDLANUS.

A CANTATA.

SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

RECITATIVE.
Vexus! the throne of beauty now resign!

Behold on Earth a conquering fair,

Who more deserves Love's crown to wear!
Not thy own star so bright in Heaven does shine.
Ask of thy son her name, who with his dart

Has deeply gravid it in my heart;
Or ask the god of tuneful sound,

Who sings it to his lyre,

And does this maid inspire
With bis own art, to give a surer wound.

IN EPITIALAMIO HONORII ET MARIÆ.
CUNCTATUR stupefacta Venus. Nunc ora puellæ,
Nunc faram niveo miratur vertice matrem.
Hæc modo crescenti, plena par altera lunæ:
Assurgit ceu fortè ininor sub matre virenti
Laurus : & ingentes ramos, olimque futuras
Promittit jam parva comas: vel tiore sub uno,
Ceu geminæ Pastana rosæ per jugera regnant.
Hæc largo matura die, saturataque vernis
Roribus, indulget spatio: latet altera nodo,
Nec teneriş audet foliis adınittere soles.

TRANSLATED.

AIR,

Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
learns her voice, and grows more sweet;
Could Narcissus see or hear her,
From his fountain he would fly,
And, with awe approaching near her,
For a real beauty die.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet.

RECITATIVE.
Yet, Venus, once again my suit attend;
And when from Heaven you shall descend,

Venus coming to a nuptial ceremony, and enter

ing the room, sees the bride and her mother
sitting together, &c. On which occasion Claudian

makes the following description.
The goddess paus’d; and, held in deep amaze,
Now views the mother's, now the daughter's face;
Different in each, yet equal beauty glows,
That, the full moon, and this, the crescent shows:
Thus, rais'd beneath its parent tree, is seen
The laurel shoot, while, in its early green,
Thick-sprouting leaves and branches are essay'd,
And all the promise of a future shade.
Or, blooming thus, in happy Pæstan fields,
One common stock two lovely roses yields;
Mature by vernal dews, this dares display
Its leaves full blown, and boldly meets the day;
That, folded in its tender nonage, lies
A beauteous bud, nor yet admits the skies,

A CANTATA

CET BY MR. PEPUSCH.

AIR.

AN ODE IN PRAISE OF MUSIC
PERFORMED AT STATIONER'S HALL, 1703.
Descende Cælo, & dic age tibia,
Regina, longum, Calliope, melos,
Seu voce nunc mavis acuta
Seu fidibus Cytharave Phabi.

Hore

Foolish Love! I scorn thy darts,
And ail thy little wanton arts,
To captivate unmanly hearts.
Shall a woman, proud and coy,
Make me languish for a toy?
Foolish Love! I scorn thy darts,
And all thy little wanton aris,
To captivate unmanly hearts.

RECITATIVE.

Thus Strephon mock'd the power of Love, and swore

His freedom he would still maintain,
Nor ever wear th' inglorious chain,

Or slavishly adore.
But when Lamira cross'd the plain,
The shepherd gaz'd, and thus revers'd his strain.

[Begin with a chorus.]
Awake, cælestial Harmony !
Awake, cælestial Harmony !
Turn thy vocal sphere around,
Goddess of melodious sound.
Let the trumpet's shrill voice,

And the drum's thundering noise,
Rouze every dull mortal from sorrows profound.

See, see!
The mighty power of Harmony!
Behold how soon its charms can chase
Grief and gloom from every face!

How swift its raptures fly,
And thrill thro' every soul, and brighten every eye!

Proceed, sweet charmer of the ear!
Proceed; and through the mellow flute,

The moving lyre,
And solitary lute,
Melting airs, soft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's praver;

Joys to flatter dull Despair,
And softly sooth the amorous fire.

AIR,

Love, I feel thy power divine,
And blushing now my heart resign!
Ye swains, my folly don't despise;
But look on fair Lainira's eyes,
Then tell me if you can be wise.
Love, I feel thy power divine,
And blushing now my beart resign!

CHORUS.

THE SOLDIER IN LOVE.

A CANTATA.

SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY MR. PZPUSCH.

AIR.

Melting airs, soft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer;

Joys to Natter dull Despair,
And softly sooth the amorous fire.
Now let the sprightly violin
A louder strain begin;

And now
Let the decp-inouth'd organ blow,
Sael it high, and sink it low.

Hark!--how the treble and base
In wanton fugues each other chase,
And swift divisions run their airy race!
Through all the travers'di scale they fiy,

In winding labyrinths of harmony:
By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and dicen

CHORUS.

Why, too amorous hero! why

Dost thou the war forego,
At Celja's feet to lie,

And sighing tell thy woe?
Can you think that sneaking air
Fit to move th' unpitying fair?
She laughs to see thee trifle so.
Why, too amorous hero! why

Dost thou the war forego,
At Celia's fect to lie,
And sighing tell thy woe?

RECITATIVE.
Cleander heard not this advice,

Nor would his languishing refrein.
But while to Celia once he pray'd in vain,

By chance his image in a glass he spies,
And, blushing at the sight, he grew a man again.

AIR. WITH A TRUMPET.
Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms!
I come, I come, the warrior cries,
And from scornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.
Celia beholds his alter'd brow,
And wonld regain her lover now.
Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms!
I come, I come, the warrior cries,
And from s'ornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.

In winding labyrinths of harmony,

Through all the travers'd scale they fty: By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and dice Ye sons of Art, once more renew your strains ; In lottier verse, and loftier lays,

Your voices raise,

To Music's praise !
A nobler song remains.
Sing how the great Creator-God,

On wings of Narning cherubs rode,
To make a world; and, round the dark abyss,
Turn'd the golden compasses',
The compasses in Fate's high storehouse found:
“ Thus tar extend,” he said; “be this

O World, thy ineasur'd bound.”

Milton.

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