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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;
Their corps to perish, but their kind to He said, but his last words were scarcely heard,
So much the deathless plant the dying fruit For Bruce and Longville had a trap pre
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, Borne upwards by a subterranean wind. The common hunt, though from their rage The mantle fell to the young prophet's restrained part
By sovereign power, her company disWith double portion of his father's art.
dained; Grinned as they passed, and with a glaring
eye 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. Without unspotted, innocent within, The bloody Bear, an Independent She feared no danger, for she knew no beast
Unlicked to form, in groans her hate exYet had she oft been chased with horns pressed. and hounds
5 Among the timorous kind the quaking And Scythian shafts, and many winged Hare wounds
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.
choose; 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.
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, 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 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,
NOVEMBER 22, 1687
55 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,
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; 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.
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
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. Nor wholly stands condemned, nor wholly Less than a god they thought there could free.
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.
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
Excites us to arms
340 The double, double, double beat If, as our dreaming Platonists report,
Of the thundering drum 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, 35 high,
Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling It seems a soft dismission from the sky.
Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains, and height of passion, 40
For the fair, disdainful dame.
CHORUS Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair.
But oh! what art can teach,
The sacred organ's praise?
45 Notes that wing their heavenly ways
To mend the choirs above.
50 But bright Cecilia raised the wonder
higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared, Mistaking earth for heaven.
The spheres began to move,
To all the blessed above;
Timotheus, placed on high
Amid the tuneful choir,
And heavenly joys inspire.
breast; Then round her slender waist he curled, And stamped an image of himself, a
sovereign of the world. The listening crowd admire the lofty
sound, “A present deity," they shout around; "A present deity," the vaulted roofs rebound:
Affects to nod,
ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE
POWER OF MUSIC A SONG IN HONOR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY,
By Philip's warlike son:
5 His valiant peers were placed around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles
bound: (So should desert in arms be crowned.) The lovely Thais, by his side, Sate like a blooming Eastern bride, In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. 15
Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young.
The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums;
50 Flushed with a purple grace
He shows his honest face:
Drinking joys did first ordain; 55
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!
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds, Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unwere slain,
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown;
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down. 180
LINES PRINTED UNDER THE EN-
Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
150 The next in majesty, in both the last:
The force of Nature could no farther go;
To make a third she joined the former two.
From AN ESSAY OF DRAMATIC
As Neander was beginning to examine
The Silent Woman, Eugenius, earnestly
155 | regarding him: I beseech you, Neander,
author; and tell us frankly your opinion, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft whether you do not think all writers, desire.
160 both French and English, ought to give At last divine Cecilia came,
place to him? 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 bis 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; when he describes anything, you more