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Leave writing plays, and choose for thy Their fate was fruitful, and the sanguine command
seed, Some peaceful province in Acrostic Land. | Endued with souls, increased the sacred There thou mayest wings display and breed. altars raise,
So captive Israel multiplied in chains, And torture one poor word ten thousand A numerous exile, and enjoyed her pains. 20 ways;
With grief and gladness mixed, their Or, if thou wouldst thy different talents mother viewed suit,
Her martyred offspring and their race reSet thy own songs, and sing them to thy newed; lute.”
210 | Their corps to perish, but their kind to He said, but his last words were scarcely last, heard,
So much the deathless plant the dying fruit For Bruce and Longville had a trap pre- surpassed. pared,
Panting and pensive now she ranged And down they sent the yet declaiming alone,
And wandered in the kingdoms once her Sinking, he left his drugget robe behind, own. Borne upwards by a subterranean wind. The common hunt, though from their rage The mantle fell to the young prophet's restrained part
216 By sovereign power, her company disWith double portion of his father's art.
dained; Grinned as they passed, and with a glaring
From THE HIND AND THE Gave gloomy signs of secret enmity. 30 PANTHER
'Tis true she bounded by, and tripped so
light A milk-white Hind, immortal and un- | They had not time to take a steady sight; changed,
For truth has such a face and such a mien Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged; As to be loved needs only to be seen. I Without unspotted, innocent within,
The bloody Bear, an Independent She feared no danger, for she knew no beast sin.
Unlicked to form, in groans her hate exYet had she oft been chased with horns I pressed. and hounds
Among the timorous kind the quaking And Scythian shafts, and many winged
Professed neutrality, but would not swear. Aimed at her heart; was often forced to Next her the buffoon Ape, as atheists fly,
use, And doomed to death, though fated not Mimicked all sects, and had his own to to die.
40 Not so her young; for their unequal line Still when the Lion looked, his knees he Was hero's make, half human, half di bent, vine.
10 And paid at church a courtier's compliTheir earthly mold obnoxious was to ment. fate,
The bristled Baptist Boar, impure as he, The immortal part assumed immortal But whitened with the foam of sanctity, state.
With fat pollutions filled the sacred Of these a slaughtered army lay in blood, I place,
: 45 Extended o'er the Caledonian wood, And mountains levelled in his furious race: Their native walk; whose vocal blood So first rebellion founded was in grace. arose
But since the mighty ravage which he And cried for pardon on their perjured I made foes.
In German forests had his guilt betrayed,
With broken tusks and with a borrowed Her house not ancient, whatsoe'er prename,
tence He shunned the vengeance and concealed Her clergy heralds make in her defence; the shame,
A second century not half-way run, So lurked in sects unseen. With greater Since the new honors of her blood beguile
350 False Reynard fed on consecrated spoil; The graceless beast by Athanasius first Was chased from Nice; then, by Socinus A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY, nursed,
55 L iji NOVEMBER 22, 1687 His impious race their blasphemy renewed,
From harmony, from heavenly harmony, And nature's king through nature's optics This universal frame began: viewed.
When Nature underneath a heap Reversed, they viewed him lessened to Of jarring atoms lay, their eye,
And could not heave her head, Nor in an infant could a God descry. The tuneful voice was heard from high: New swarming sects to this obliquely “Arise, ye more than dead." tend;
60 Hence they began, and here they all will | Then cold and hot and moist and dry end.
In order to their stations leap,
And Music's power obey. * * * *
10 * *
From harmony, from heavenly harmony, The Panther, sure the noblest next the This universal frame began: Hind,
From harmony to harmony And fairest creature of the spotted kind; Through all the compass of the notes it Oh, could her inborn stains be washed away,
The diapason closing full in Man. 15 She were too good to be a beast of prey! 330 How can I praise or blame, and not of What passion cannot Music raise and quell! fend,
When Jubal struck the chorded shell, Or how divide the frailty from the friend? His listening brethren stood around, Her faults and virtues lie so mixed, that And, wondering, on their faces fell she
To worship that celestial sound. 20 Nor wholly stands condemned, nor wholly Less than a god they thought there could
not dwell Then, like her injured Lion, let me speak; Within the hollow of that shell He cannot bend her and he would not That spoke so sweetly and so well. break.
336 What passion cannot Music raise and quell! Unkind already, and estranged in part, The Wolf begins to share her wandering The trumpet's loud clangor 25 heart.
Excites us to arms Though unpolluted yet with actual ill, With shrill notes of anger She half commits who sins but in her And mortal alarms.
340 The double, double, double beat If, as our dreaming Platonists report,
Of the thundering drum
30 There could be spirits of a middle sort, Cries: “Hark! the foes come; Too black for heaven and yet too white Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!”
for hell, Who just dropped half-way down, nor The soft complaining flute lower fell;
In dying notes discovers So poised, so gently she descends from The woes of hopeless lovers, high,
345 Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling It seems a soft dismission from the sky. ! lute.
Sharp violins proclaim
CHORUS Their jealous pangs and desperation,
Happy, happy, happy pair! Fury, frantic indignation,
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserves the fair. But oh! what art can teach,
Timotheus, placed on high
20 What human voice can reach
Amid the tuneful choir,
With flying fingers touched the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky, Notes that wing their heavenly ways
And heavenly joys inspire. To mend the choirs above.
The song began from Jove, 25 - Orpheus could lead the savage race;
Who left his blissful seats above, And trees unrooted left their place,
(Such is the power of mighty love.) Sequacious of the lyre;
A dragon's fiery form belied the god: But bright Cecilia raised the wonder
Sublime on radiant spires he rode, higher:
When he to fair Olympia pressed, 30 When to her organ vocal breath was given,
And while he sought her snowy An angel heard, and straight appeared,
breast; Mistaking earth for heaven.
Then round her slender waist he curled, GRAND CHORUS
And stamped an image of himself, a As from the power of sacred lays
sovereign of the world.
The listening crowd admire the lofty The spheres began to move,
sound, And sung the great Creator's praise
“A present deity,” they shout around; To all the blessed above;
“A present deity," the vaulted roofs So when the last and dreadful hour
rebound: This crumbling pageant shall devour, 60
With ravished ears The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The monarch hears, The dead shall live, the living die,
Assumes the god, And Music shall untune the sky.
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres. ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE
With ravished ears
The monarch hears, 1697
Assumes the god, 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musi-
cian sung, His valiant peers were placed around; Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young. Their brows with roses and with myrtles
The jolly god in triumph comes; bound:
Sound the trumpets, beat the (So should desert in arms be crowned.)
50 The lovely Thais, by his side,
Flushed with a purple grace Sate like a blooming Eastern bride, 10
He shows his honest face: In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, Happy, happy, happy pair!
he comes. None but the brave,
Bacchus, ever fair and young, None but the brave,
Drinking joys did first ordain; 55 None but the brave deserves the fair. 15 | Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
ures. “War," he sung,"is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble; 100
Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying: If the world be worth thy win
Lovely Thais sits beside thee, 105
Soothed with the sound, the king grew
vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice
he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; 70 And, while he heaven and earth de
fied, Changed his hand, and checked his
Soft pity to infuse;
By too severe a fate,
Fallen from his high estate,
With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor
sate, Revolving in his altered soul 85 The various turns of chance be
And tears began to flow.
The many rend the skies with loud ap
plause: So Love was crowned, but Music won the
cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair
ΙΙο Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and
looked, Sighed and looked, and sighed again: At length, with love and wine at once op
pressed, The vanquished victor sunk upon her
Gazed on the fair
Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and
looked, Sighed and looked, and sighed again: 120 At length, with love and wine at once op
The vanquished victor sunk upon her
Now strike the golden lyre again:
Has raised up his head;
As awaked from the dead, And, amazed, he stares around, 130 “Revenge, revenge!” Timotheus cries,
“See the Furies arise!
The mighty master smiled to see That love was in the next degree; 'Twas but a kindred sound to move, 95 For pity melts the mind to love.
And the sparkles that flash from their The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred eyes!
store, Behold a ghastly band,
Enlarged the former narrow bounds, Each a torch in his hand!
And added length to solemn sounds, Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unwere slain,
176 And unburied remain
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
LINES PRINTED UNDER THE ENAnd glittering temples of their hostile GRAVED PORTRAIT OF MILTON gods!”
145 The princes applaud with a furious joy; | (In Tonson's folio edition of Paradise And the king seized a flambeau with zeal
Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. And, like another Helen, fired another The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, Troy.
150 The next in majesty, in both the last:
The force of Nature could no farther go; CHORUS
To make a third she joined the former two. And the king seized a flambeau with zeal
to destroy; Thais led the way,
From AN ESSAY OF DRAMATIC To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.
As Neander was beginning to examine
The Silent Woman, Eugenius, earnestly Thus, long ago, 155 regarding him: I beseech you, Neander, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, said he, gratify the company, and me in
While organs yet were mute, particular, so far as, before you speak
author; and tell us frankly your opinion, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft whether you do not think all writers, desire.
both French and English, ought to give At last divine Cecilia came,
place to him?
(10 Inventress of the vocal frame;
I fear, replied Neander, that, in obeyThe sweet enthusiast, from her sacred ing your commands, I shall draw some store,
envy on myself. Besides, in performing Enlarged the former narrow bounds, them, it will be first necessary to speak
And added length to solemn sounds, 165 somewhat of Shakespeare and Fletcher, his With Nature's mother-wit, and arts un rivals in poesy; and one of them, in my known before.
opinion, at least his equal, perhaps his Let old Timotheus yield the prize, superior. Or both divide the crown;
To begin then with Shakespeare. He He raised a mortal to the skies; was the man who of all modern, and (20 She drew an angel down. 170 perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and
most comprehensive soul. All the images GRAND CHORUS
of nature were still present to him, and At last divine Cecilia came,
he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: Inventress of the vocal frame;
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