A FRAGMENT. LEST you fhould think that verse shall die Tho' daring Milton fits fublime, Ere Cæfar was or Newton nam'd; And those new heav'ns and systems fram'd. In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled! HOR. LIB. IV. ODE IX. NE forte credas interitura, quæ Non ante vulgatas per artes Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona Urgentur, ignotique longa Nocte, carent quia vate facro. ΤΟ 16 AND OTHER PIECES FOR MUSIC. [Written in the year 1708.] I. DESCEND, ye Nine! defcend and fing, Wake into voice each filent ftring, Let the warbling lute complain; The fhrill echoes rebound; While in more lengthen'd notes and flow Gently steal upon the ear; Now louder, and yet louder rife, And fill with spreading founds the skies. The ftrains decay, And melt away In a dying, dying fall. II. By Mufic minds an equal temper know, Warriors fhe fires with animated founds, Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds; Melancholy lifts her head, Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes, Morpheus roufes from his bed, Lift'ning Envy drops her snakes Inteftine war no more our paffions wage, 5 ΤΟ 35 20 25 30 35 III. But III. But when our country's caufe provokes to arms, So when the first bold veffel dar'd the feas, High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his strain, 40 Each chief his fev'nfold fhield display'd, 45 And half unfheath'd the shining blade; And feas, and rocks, and skies, rebound, IV. But when thro' all th' infernal bounds, O'er all the dreary coasts! Fires that glow, Shrieks of woe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghosts! But, hark! he ftrikes the golden lyre, And, fee! the tortur'd ghofts respire; See fhady forms advance! 50 55 60 65 Thy ftone, O Sifyphus! ftands ftill, And the pale fpectres dance; The Furies fink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang list'ning round their heads. V. By V. By the ftreams that ever flow, By thofe happy fouls who dwell 71 75 80 Oh, take the husband, or return the wife! He fung, and Hell confented To hear the poet's pray'r; Stern Proferpine relented, 85 And gave him back the fair. Thus fong could prevail O'er death and o'er hell, A conqueft how hard and how glorious! With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious. VI. But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes; Befide the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in meanders, All alone, Unheard, unknown, 90 95 100 105 He He trembles, he glows, Amidst Rhodope's inows: See, wild as the winds o'er the defert he flies Hark! Hæmus refounds with the Bacchanale' cries Ah fee, he dies! Yet e'en in death Eurydice he fung, Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue; Eurydice the woods, Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains, rung. VII. Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And Fate's feverest rage difarm: Mufic can foften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the blifs above. And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. 115 I 20 125 130 Her's lift the foul to hear'n. 134 ODE ON SOLITUDE. [Written when the Author was about twelve Years old.] HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whofe herbs with milk, whofe fields with bread, Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, Whofe trees in fummer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blefs'd 5 |