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Leave writing plays, and choose for thy Their fate was fruitful, and the sanguine command

205 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."

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, bard.

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

216 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.


'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

35 sin.

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.


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.

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, 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,


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their eye,

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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

ran, 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. 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

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 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,
What human voice can reach

The sacred organ's praise?
Notes inspiring holy love,

45 Notes that wing their heavenly ways

To mend the choirs above.
Orpheus could lead the savage race;
And trees unrooted left their place,
Sequacious of the lyre;

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.

As from the power of sacred lays 55

The spheres began to move,
And sung the great Creator's praise

To all the blessed above;
So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour, 60
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music shall untune the sky.

Timotheus, placed on high

Amid the tuneful choir,
With flying fingers touched the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.
The song began from Jove,

Who left his blissful seats above,
(Such is the power of mighty love.)
A dragon's fiery form belied the god:
Sublime on radiant spires he rode,
When he to fair Olympia pressed, 30
And while he sought her snowy

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:

With ravished ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.


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'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won

By Philip's warlike son:
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sate
On his imperial throne:

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:
Now give the hautboys breath; he comes,

he comes.
Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain; 55
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,




Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Rich the treasure,

Soon he soothed his soul to pleasSweet the pleasure,

Sweet is pleasure after pain. 60 "War," he sung,"is toil and trouble;

Honor but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning,
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Fighting still, and still destroying:
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;

If the world be worth thy win-
Rich the treasure,

ning, Sweet the pleasure,

Think, oh think it worth enjoying; Sweet is pleasure after pain. 65 Lovely Thais sits beside thee, 105

Take the good the gods provide Soothed with the sound, the king grew

thee.” vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; The many rend the skies with loud apAnd thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice

plause: he slew the slain.

So Love was crowned, but Music won the The master saw the madness rise,

cause. His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; 70 The prince, unable to conceal his pain, And, while he heaven and earth de

Gazed on the fair fied,

Who caused his care, Changed his hand, and checked his And sighed and looked, sighed and pride.

looked, He chose a mournful Muse,

Sighed and looked, and sighed again: Soft pity to infuse;

At length, with love and wine at once opHe sung Darius great and good, 75

pressed, By too severe a fate,

The vanquished victor sunk upon her Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,


115 Fallen from his high estate,

And weltering in his blood;
Deserted at his utmost need

80 The prince, unable to conceal his pain, By those his former bounty fed;

Gazed on the fair On the bare earth exposed he lies,

Who caused his care, With not a friend to close his eyes. And sighed and looked, sighed and

looked, With downcast looks the joyless victor Sighed and looked, and sighed again: 120 sate,

At length, with love and wine at once opRevolving in his altered soul 85

The various turns of chance be- The vanquished victor sunk upon her

And, now and then, a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.

Now strike the golden lyre again:

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. CHORUS

Break his bands of sleep asunder, 125 Revolving in his altered soul

And rouse him, like a rattling peal of The various turns of chance be

thunder. low;


Hark, hark, the horrid sound
And, now and then, a sigh he stole,

Has raised up

his head; And tears began to flow.

As awaked from the dead,

And, amazed, he stares around. 130 The mighty master smiled to see

"Revenge, revenge!” Timotheus cries, That love was in the next degree;

“See the Furies arise! 'Twas but a kindred sound to move, 95

See the snakes that they rear, For pity melts the mind to love.

How they hiss in their hair,


And the sparkles that flash from their The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred eyes!


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,

known before.

And unburied remain

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Inglorious on the plain:

Or both divide the crown;

Give the vengeance due

He raised a mortal to the skies;
To the valiant crew.

She drew an angel down. 180
Behold how they toss their torches on high,
How they point to the Persian

LINES PRINTED UNDER THE ENAnd glittering temples of their hostile GRAVED PORTRAIT OF MILTON gods!

The princes applaud with a furious joy; (In Tonson's folio edition of Paradise
And the king seized a flambeau with zeal

Lost, 1688)
to destroy;
Thais led the way,

Three poets, in three distant ages born,
To light him to his prey,

Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
And, like another Helen, fired another The first in loftiness of thought surpassed,

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. 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

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
Timotheus, to his breathing flute of the play, to give us a character of the
And sounding lyre,

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;

when he describes anything, you more


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