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While in more lengthen'd notes and flow,
The deep, majestic, folemn organs blow.
Hark! the numbers foft and clear,
Gently steal upon the ear;

Now louder, and yet louder rife,

And fill with spreading founds the skies; Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold notes, In broken air, trembling, the wild mufic floats; Till, by degrees, remote and small, The ftrains decay,

And melt away

In a dying, dying fall.

By Mufic, minds an equal temper know,
Nor fwell too high, nor fink too low.
If in the breast tumultuous joys arife,
Mufic her foft, affuafive voice applies;

Or, when the foul is prefs'd with cares,
Exalts her in enlivening airs.

Warriors fhe fires with animated founds:

Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds:
Melancholy lifts her head,

Morpheus rouzes from his bed,
Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes,
Lift'ning Envy drops her fnakes;
Inteftine war no more our Paffions wage,
And giddy Factions hear away their rage.

But when our country's cause provokes to arms, How martial mufic every bofom warms!

So when the first bold vessel dar'd the feas, High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his ftrain,

While Argo faw her kindred trees
Defcend from Pelion to the main.
Transported demi-gods ftood round,
And men grew heroes at the found,
Enflam'd with glory's charms:
Each chief his fev'nfold fhield display'd,
And half unfheath'd the fhining blade:
And feas, and rocks, and skies rebound
To arms, to arms, to arms!

But when thro' all th' infernal bounds,
Which flaming Phlegethon furrounds,

Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led
To the pale nations of the dead,
What founds were heard,
What fcenes appear'd,

O'er all the dreary coafts?

Dreadful gleams,
Difmal fcreams,

Fires that glow,

Shrieks of woe,

Sullen moans,

Hollow groans,

And cries of tortur'd ghosts!

But hark! he strikes the golden lyre;

And fee! the tortur'd ghofts refpire,
See, fhady forms advance!

Thy stone, O Syfiphus, ftands still,

Ixion rests upon his wheel,

And the pale spectres dance!

The furies fink upon their iron beds,

And snakes uncurl'd hang lift'ning round their heads.


By the streams that ever flow,

By the fragrant winds that blow

O'er th' Elyfian flow'rs;
By thofe happy fouls who dwell
In yellow meads of Asphodel,
Or Amaranthine bow'rs;
By the heroe's armed fhades,
Glitt'ring thro' the gloomy glades;
By the youths that dy'd for love,
Wand'ring in the myrtle grove,

Reftore, reftore Eurydice to life:

Oh take the Husband, or return the Wife!
He fung, and hell confented

To hear the Poet's prayer

Stern Proferpine relented,
And gave him back the fair:
Thus fong could prevail

O'er death, and o'er hell,

A conqueft how hard, and how glorious!
Tho' fate had faft bound her

With Styx nine times round her,

Yet mufic and love were victorious.

But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes:
Again fhe falls, again fhe dies, fhe dies!
How wilt thou now the fatal fifters move?
No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love.

Now under hanging mountains,

Befide the falls of fountains,

Or where Hebrus wanders,

Rolling in meanders,

All alone,

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Unheard, unknown,

He makes his moan;
And calls her ghost,
For ever, ever, ever loft!
Now with Furies furrounded
Defpairing, confounded,

He trembles, he glows,

Amidst Rhodope's fnows:

See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies;

Hark! Hæmus refounds with the Bacchanal's cries

Ah fee, he dies!

Yet even in death Eurydice he fung,

Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue,

Eurydice the woods,

Eurydice the floods,

Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.

Mufic the fierceft grief can charm,
And fate's feverest rage difarm:

Mufic can soften pain to ease,

And make defpair and madness pleafe:
Our joys below it can improve,

And antedate the blifs above.

This the divine Cecilia found,

And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found.
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,
Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear :
Borne on the swelling notes our fouls afpire,
While folemn airs improve the facred fire;

And Angels lean from heav'n to hear.
Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell,
To bright Cecilia greater power is giv'n ;

His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell,
Her's lift the foul to heav'n.




WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won,


By Philip's warlike fon:

Aloft in awful ftate

The god-like hero fate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around;

Their brows with rofes and with myrtle bound:
So fhould defert in arms be crown'd.

The lovely Thais by his fide

Sat, like a blooming eastern bride,

In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride,
Happy, happy, happy pair;

None but the brave,.

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

Timotheus plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes afcend the sky,

And heav'nly joys inspire.

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