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Chloe, laughing at his crying,
Told him, that he loved in vain; But, repenting, and complying,
When he kissed, she kissed again: Kissed him up before his dying;
Kissed him up, and eased his pain.
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,
A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,
FAIR YOUNG LADY,
GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING.
Ask not the cause, why sullen spring
And winter storms invert the year?
She cast not back a pitying eye;
To sigh, to languish, and to die.
And change the laws of every land?
Where thou hadst placed such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.
When Chloris to the temple comes,
THE POWER OF MUSIC;
AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST CECILIA'S DAY.
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This celebrated Ode was written for the Saint's Festival in 1697, when the following stewards officiated: Hugh Colvill, Esq.; Capt. Tho mas Newman; Orlando Bridgeman, Esq.; Theophilus Buller, Esq.; Leonard Wessell, Esq.; Paris Slaughter, Esq.; Jeremiah Clarke, Gent.; and Francis Rich, Gent. The merits of this unequalled effusion of lyrical poetry, are fully discussed in the general criticism.
"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. 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.