The master saw the madness rise; He sung Darius great and good, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, And welt'ring in his blood; With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, The various turns of chance below; CHORUS. Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a sigh he stole ; And tears began to flow. V. The mighty master smil'd, to see War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Never ending, still beginning, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again: At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. CHORUS. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again: At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. VI. Now strike the golden lyre again : And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has raised up his head : As awak'd from the dead, And amaz'd, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise: See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold, a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! [slain, Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were And unburied remain Behold, how they toss their torches on high, To light him to his prey, CHORUS. And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to Thais led the way, [destroy To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy VII. Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus, to his breathing flute, And sounding lyre, [sire. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft de- And added length to solemn sounds, He rais'd a mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down. GRAND CHORUS. At last divine Cecilia came, The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Or both divide the crown; [before. VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS. CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Who dost the gifts of tongues dispense, VOL. 1.-10 Our frailties help, our vice control, Make us eternal truths receive, Immortal honour, endless fame, SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS And the better the sooner begun. MISTRESS, WHO BEING CROSSED BY THEIR FRIENDS, FELL MAD FOR ONE ANOTHER; AND NOW FIRST MEET IN BEDLAM. Music within. The lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper. PHILLIS. Look, look, I see-I see my love appear! 'Tis the dear, dear man, 't is thee, dear. AMYNTAS. Hark! the winds war; The foamy waves roar; I see a ship afar, Tossing and tossing, and making to the shore : But what is that I view, So radiant of hue, CHORUS OF BOTH. At worst if delay, &c. They run out together hand in hand. SONGS IN THE INDIAN EMPEROR. 1. AH fading joy; how quickly art thou past! As if the cares of human life were few, And follow fate, which would too fast pursue. St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that sits upon the sails? As none of all his subjects undergo ? Ah! No, no, no. St. Hermo, never, never shone so bright; light; [alone, Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall, To gentle slumbers call. 'Tis Phillis, 't is Phillis, that saves the ship For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is I LOOK'D and saw within the book of fate. overblown. PHILLIS. When many days did lour, Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms. Leap'd up. and smil'd to save the sinking 'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it, On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me; WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do, When from my eyes Phyllis is gone. [mind; Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find, How I sigh to myself all alone! Should a king be my rival in her I adore, Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind, I had rather love Phyllis, both false and unkind, II. HE. How unhappy a lover am I, While I sigh for my Phyllis in vain ; Has no food to its fire; But it burns and consumes me within.. SHE. Yet, at least, 't is a pleasure to know That you are not unhappy alone: For the nymph you adore Is as wretched, and more; And counts all your sufferings her own. HE. O ye gods, let me suffer for both; To be pitied by her when I die. SHE. What her honour denied you in life, [love. For the souls to meet closer above. SONG OF THE SEA-FIGHT, IN AMBOYNA. WHO ever saw a noble sight, That never view'd a brave sea-fight! Hang up your bloody colours in the air Up with your fights, and your nettings prepare; Your merry mates cheer, with a lusty bold spright, [fight. Now each man his brindice, and then to the St. George, St. George, we cry, The shouting Turks reply Oh now it begins, and the gun-room grows hot, Ply it with culverin and with small shot; [roar, Hark, does it not thunder? no, 't is the guns The neighbouring billows are turn'd into gore; Now each man must resolve to die, [amain, For here the coward cannot fly. falli |