7 A present | deity! | 7 they shout a | round, 71 | 7 A present | deity! | 7 the | vaulted | roofs re | bound. 7| | | 7 With | ravish'd | ears 77 the | monarch | hears, 7 | 7 Assumes the | god, 7|7 af | fects to | nod, 7 | 7 And | seems to | shake the spheres. 7| | | 7 The | praise of | Bacchus, | then, 7 | '7 the | sweet mu | sician | sung: 7 | 7 Of Bacchus | ever | fair and ever | young. 71 7 The | jolly | God, 7 | 7 in | triumph, | comes; Sound the trumpets, | beat the drums! 7 | He 7 shews his | honest | face: 7| | | Now 7 give the | hautboys | breath; 7|7 he| comes! 77 he | cores! 7 | Bacchus, | ever | fair and | young, 7| Drinking | joys did | first or | dain: 7| | | Sooth'd with the | sound, 7 | 7 the | king 7 | grew '7 | vain 7 | Fought | all his | battles | o'er a | gain:7| | 7 And | thrice he | routed | all his | foes; 7 | 7 and thrice 77 he slew the | slain. 7 ||| 7 The | master | | saw the | madness | rise, 7 | 7 His | glowing | cheeks, 7 | 7 his | ardent | eyes, 7 | 7 And while he | heaven and earth de | fy'd 71 | Chang'd his hand, 7|7 and | check'd his | pride. 7 | | | 7 He chose a mournful | muse, 7 | Soft 7 pity | 7 to in | fuse; 7 || 7 He | sung Da | rius, 7 | | great, and | good! 7 | 7 By too severe a | fate, 7 | | Fallen || fallen | | fallen | | fallen! | | | Fallen | 7 from his | high es | tate, 17 1 utmost | need, 7| | 7 And | weltering | 7 in his | blood. 7| | | 71 former | bounty | fed, On the bare | earth, 7|7 ex | posed he | lies, 7 | 7 With ❘ not a friend 7 | 7 to | close his | eyes. 7 | | | 7 With downcast | look 77 the | joyless | victor | sate, 7 | | 7 Revolving, | 7 in his | alter'd | soul,7| | 7 The various | turns of fate below; 7 7 And | now and | then, 7 | 7 a | sigh he | stole 71 7 And tears began to | flow. 7 || | 7 The | mighty | master | smil'd 7 | 7 to | see 7 | 7 That love 77 was in the next degree. | L 'Twas but a kindred | sound to move: 7 | | 7 For | pity | melts the | mind to | love. 7 | | Soon he sooth'd his | soul to | pleasures. | | | War, he | sung, is | toil and | trouble : | Never ending, | still beginning, | So 7 Love was | crown'd: 7 | | 7 but | Music | won the cause. 7| | | 7 The | prince, 7 | 7 un | able | 7 to conceal his pain, 7 | | Gaz'd on the fair 7 | 7 Who | caus'd his | care, 7| | 7 And | sigh'd and | look'd 7 | | sigh'd and look'd 7|| sigh'd and | look'd 7 | 7 and | sigh'd a | gain. 7| | | 7 At | length, 7|7 with | love and | wine 7 | 7 at | once op prest, 7 | 7 The vanquish'd | victor | sunk 7 | upon her | breast. 7| | | Now 7 | strike the | golden | lyre a |gain;7| | 7 A | louder | yet, 7 | 7 and | yet 7 | 7 a | louder | strain: 7 | | | Break his bands of | sleep a | sunder, | 7 And rouse him | 7 with a | rattling | peal of | thunder. 7||| Hark! 7|| hark! 7 | | 7 the | horrid | sound 7 || 7 Has | rais'd up his | head, 7 | 7 as a | wak'd from the dead, 7| 7 And, a | maz'd he stares a round. 7| | | 7 Re | venge! 7 | 7 re | venge! 7 | 7 Ti | motheus | cries; 7 || See the Furies a | rise, 7 | | See the | snakes that they | rear, 7 | | How they hiss in the | air! 7 || 7 And the sparkles that | flash from their | eyes! 7 | | | | 7 Be hold a ghastly | band 7 | Each a torch in his | hand: 7 || These are Grecian | ghosts, 77 that in | battle were | slain, 7 | 7 And un [bury'd re | main, 7 || 7 In | glorious, | 7 on the | plain: 7| | | Give the vengeance | due 77 to the | valiant | crew. 7 || 7 Behold how they | toss their | torches on | high! How they point to the | Persian a | bodes, 7 | And glittering | temples | 7 of their | hostile | gods! 7| | | 7 The princes ap | plaud 7 | 7 with a | furious | joy 7. 7 And the king 7 | seiz'd a | flambeau, | 7 with | zeal to destroy: 7|| I Thais led the way, 7 | 7 to | light him | 7 to his prey, 7|| 7 And, | like an | other | Helen, | | fir'd another Troy. 7| | | 7(Ere heaving | bellows | learn'd to | blow, 7 While organs | yet were | mute) 7 | | 7 Ti | motheus, | 7 to his | breathing | flute 7 | 7 And | sounding | lyre, 7| | 7 Could | swell the | soul to | rage, 7 | 7 or | kindle | soft de | sire. 7||| 7 At last, 7 7 di | vine Cecilia | came, 7 | 7 In | ventress | 7 of the | vocal | frame: 7| | 7 The sweet enthusiast, | 7 from her | sacred | 7 En | larg'd the | former | narrow | bounds, 7 | 7 And added | length 7|7 to | solemu | sounds, 71 7. With Nature's mother | wit, 7 | 7 and arts 7 | 7 unknown before. 7 | | | 7 Let old Timotheus | yield the | prize; 7 7 Or both divide the | crown: 7 | | IIe 7 | rais'd a | mortal | 7 to the skies; 7 | She 7 drew an | angel | down. 7 | |