So when the first bold vessel dar'd the feas, High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his strain, While Argo faw her kindred trees IV. But when thro' all th' infernal bounds, Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led What founds were heard, O'er all the dreary coafts! Dreadful gleams, Difmal fcreams, Fires that glow, Shrieks of wỏe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghofts! But hark! he ftrikes the golden lyre; And fee! the tortur'd ghofts refpire, Thy stone, O Syfiphus, ftands ftill, Ixion refts upon his wheel, And the pale fpectres dance! 40 45 50 55 60 The The Furies fink upon their iron beds, And fnakes uncurl'd hang liftning round their heads. V. By the ftreams that ever flow, Or Amaranthine bow'rs; 75 Oh take the husband, or return the wife! He fung, and hell confented To hear the Poet's prayer: Stern Proferpine relented, O'er death, and o'er hell, A conqueft how hard and how glorious? With Styx nine times round her, VI. eyes: But foon, too soon, the lover turns his 85 دو 95 Now Now under hanging mountains, Befide the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in Mæanders, Unheard, unknown, He makes his moan; He trembles, he glows, Amidft Rhodope's fnows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the defart he flies; Hark! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals cries Ah fee, he dies! Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung, Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue, Eurydice the woods, Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung. VII. Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And fate's fevereft rage difarm: Mufic can foften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please: Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, 115 120 And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. 125 When DE When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, And Angels lean from heav'n to hear. I 130 TWO YE CHORUS of ATHENIANS. STROPHE I. E fhades, where facred truth is fought; In vain your guiltless laurels stood War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, ANTIS TROPHE I Oh heav'n-born fifters! fource of art! Who charm the sense, or mend the heart; Moral Truth, and myftic Song! 5 Το Altered from Shakespear by the Duke of Buckingham, at whofe defire these two Chorus's were compofed to fupply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham-house. P. |