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Congreve.

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Die jährliche Feier des Namenstages der heil. Cácilia, welche die Legende als Erfinderin der Orgel angiebt, durch ein großes musikalisches Concert, hat in England vornehmlich zu Anfange des jezigen Jahrhunderts mehrere, für die Musik bestimmte, Oden veranlasst, déren man viele in den von Dryden bei Tonson herausgegebenen Mifcellanies findet, deren Werth aber sehr ungleich ist. Die drei besten theile ich hier mit. William Congreve (geb. 1672, geft. 1728.) schrieb die seinige im Jahre 1701, und fie wurde von John Eccles in Musik gefeht. Eine glückliche deutsche Ueberz sehung dieser Ode, und der beiden folgenden von Dryden und Pope, findet man in Hrn. Weißens Lyrischen Gedich ten, B. Ill. S. 187.

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Congreve.

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0 Harmony, to thee we fing,

To thee the grateful Tribute bring
Of facred Verfe, and fweet refounding Lays:
Thy Aid invoking while thy Pow'r we praise,
All Hail to thee

All-powerful Harmony!

Wife Nature owns thy undisputed Sway,
Her wondrous Works refigning to thy Care:
The Planetary Orbs thy Rule obey,
And tuneful roll, unerring in their Way,
Thy voice informing each melodious Sphere..

CHORUS..

Congreve.

CHORUS.

All Hail to thee
All-pow'rful Harmony!

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Thy Voice, o Harmony, with awful Sound
Could penetrate th' Abyfs profound,
Explore the Realms of ancient Night,
And fearch the living Source of unborn Light,
Confufion heard thy Voice and fled,

And Chaos deeper plung'd his vanquish'd Head,
Then didst thou, Harmony, give Birth
To this fair Form of Heav'n and Earth;
Then all those fhining Worlds above
In Mystick Dance began to move
Around the radiant Sphere of Central Fire,
A never ceasing, never filent Choir.

CHORUS.

Confufion heard thy Voice and fled,
And Chaos deeper plung'd his vanquish'd Heads

III.

Thou only, Goddess, first cou'dft tell
The mighty Charms in Numbers found;
And didft to heav'nly Minds reveal
The fecret force of tuneful Sound.
When firft Cyllenius form'd the Lyre,
Thou didst the God infpire;

When first the vocal Shell he ftrung,
To which the Muses fung:

Then firft the Mufes fung; melodious Strains.
Apollo plaid,

And Mufick first begun by thy aufpicious Aid.

Hark, hark, again Urania fings!

Again Apollo ftrikes the trembling Strings!

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And fee, the lift'ning Deities around
Attend infatiate, and devour the Sound.,

CHORUS.

Hark, bark, again Urania fings!
Again Apollo ftrikes the trembling Strings!
And fee, the lift'ning Deities around
Attend infatiate, and devour the Sound.

IV.

Defcend Urania, heav'nly Fair!

To the Relief of this afflicted World repair;

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See, how with various Woes oppreft,
The wretched Race of Men is worn;
Confum'd with Cares, with Doubts diftreft,
Or by conflicting Paffions torn,
Reafon in vain employs her Aid,

The furious Will on Fancy waits;

While Reafon ftill by Hopes or Fears betray'd,
Too late advances, or too foon retreats.
Mufick alone with fudden Charms can bind
The wandring Senfe, and calm the troubled Mind.

CHORUS.

Mufick alone with fudden Charms can bind
The wandring Senfe, and calm the troubled Mind.

V.

Begin the pow'rful Song, ye Sacred Nine,
Your Inftruments and Voices join;
Harmony, Peace, and fweet Defire
In ev'ry Breaft infpire.
Revive the melancholy drooping Heart,
And foft Repofe to reftlefs Thoughts impart.
Appeafe the wrathful Mind,

To dire Revenge and Death inclin'd:

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Congreve

Congreve. With balmy Sounds his boiling Blood affuage,
And melt to mild Remorse his burning Rage.
'Tis done; and now tumultuous Paffions ceafe;
And all is hufht, and all is Peace.

The weary World with welcome Eafe is bleft,
By Mufick lull'd to pleafing Reft.

CHORUS.

'Tis done; and now tumultuous Paffions ceafe;
And all is hufht, and all is Peace.

The weary World with welcome Eafe is bleft,
By Mufick lull'd to pleafing Reft.

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Ah, fweet Repose, too foon expiring!
Ah! foolish Man, new Toils requiring!
Curs'd Ambition, Strife purfuing,
Wakes the World to War and Ruin.
See, fee the Battel is prepar'd!

Behold the Hero comes!

Loud Trumpets with fhrill Fifes are heard;
And hoarfe refounding Drums.

War, with difcordant Notes and jarring Noife,
The Harmony of Peace deftroys.

CHORUS.

War, with difcordant Notes and jarring Noife,
The Harmony of Peace deftroys.

VII.

See the forlaken Fair with ftreaming Eyes
Her parting Lover mourn;

She weeps, fhe fighs, defpairs and dies,
And watchful waftes the lonely livelong Nights,
Bewailing past Delights

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may no more, no never more return.

O footh

Kantaten.

O footh her Cares

With fofteft, fweeteft Airs,

'Till Victory and Peace restore Her faithful Lover to her tender Breaft, Within her folding Arms to rest, Thence never to be parted more, No never to be parted more.

CHORUS.

Let Victory and Peace reftore
Her faithful Lover to her tender Breast,
Within her folding Arms to rest,
Thence never to be parted more,
No never to be parted more.

VIII.

Enough, Urania, heav'nly Fair!
Now to thy native Skies repair,
And rule again the ftarry Sphere;
Cecilia comes, with holy Rapture fill'd,
To eafe the World of Care.
Cecilia, more than all the Muses skill'd!

Phoebus himself to her muft yield,
And at her Feet lay down

His golden Harp and laurel Crown.
The loft enervate Lyre is drown'd

In the deep Organ's more majestick Sound.
In Peals the fwelling Notes afcend the Skies;
Perpetual Breath the fwelling Notes fupplies,
And lafting as her Name,

Who form'd the tuneful Frame,
Th' immortal Mufick never dies.

GRAND CHORUS.

Cecilia, more than all the Muses skill'd,
Phoebus himself to her muft yield,

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Congreve.

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