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Now strike the golden lyre again;

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.

Break his bands of sleep asunder,

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And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark! the horrid sound

Has raised up his head;

As awaked from the dead,

And amazed, he stares 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 a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And, unburied, remain

Inglorious on the plain:

Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.

Behold how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods.

The princes applaud, with a furious joy,

And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to de

stroy;

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Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

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And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

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Thus, long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learned to blow,
While organs yet were mute,
Timotheus, to his breathing flute,
And sounding 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,

Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He raised a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down.

GRAND CHORUS

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame:

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He raised a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down.

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From The Maiden Queen

I FEED a flame within, which so torments me,
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die, than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it; 5
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,

But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel,
My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel:

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And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.

On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love no frown can fright me:
To be more happy, I dare not aspire;

Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.

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From The Indian Emperor

АH fading joy! how quickly art thou past!
Yet we thy ruin haste.

As if the cares of human life were few,

We seek out new:

And follow fate, that does too fast pursue.

See, how on every bough the birds express,
In their sweet notes, their happiness.
They all enjoy, and nothing spare;

But on their mother nature lay their care:
Why then should man, the lord of all below,
Such troubles choose to know,

As none of all his subjects undergo?

Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall,

And with a murmuring sound

Dash, dash, upon the ground,
To gentle slumbers call.

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SONG OF THAMESIS

In Albion and Albanius

OLD father Ocean calls my tide;
Come away, come away;

The barks upon the billows ride,
The master will not stay;

The

merry boatswain from his side His whistle takes, to check and chide

The lingering lads' delay,

And all the crew aloud has cried,

Come away, come away.

See, the god of seas attends thee,
Nymphs divine, a beauteous train;
All the calmer gales befriend thee,
In thy passage o'er the main;
Every maid her locks is binding,
Every Triton's horn is winding;
Welcome to the wat❜ry plain!

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