So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky. IV. THE TEARS OF AMYNTA, FOR THE DEATH OF DAMON. A SONG. Ox a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta sigh'd alone: From the cheerless dawn of morning Till the dews of night returning, Sighing thus she made her moan: Damon, my belov'd, is gone! "Time, I dare thee to discover , Melting kisses, Who so liv'd and lov'd as we! "Never shall we curse the morning, All the joys he drain'd before: To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more." "By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And sighing and kissing so close." Cupid in shape of a swain did appear, He saw the sad wound, and in pity drew near; Then show'd her his arrow, and bid her not fear; For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear: When the balm was infus'd, she was not at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so By their praying and whining, [close; And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing, And sighing and kissing so close. VI. THE LADY'S SONG. A CHOIR of bright beauties in spring did appear, green; The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen: While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our shore, Forbear your addresses, and court us no more; V. A SONG. SYLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her close; By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing, And sighing and kissing so close. "Ah!" she cry'd; "ah! for a languishing maid, In a country of Christians, to die without aid! Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least, Or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest, T' instruct a young virgin, that is at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so close! VII. A SONG. FAIR, sweet, and young, receive a prize As I from thousand beauties more No graces can your form improve, VIII. A SONG. HIGH state and honours to others impart, That treasure, that treasure alone, So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, So matchless a blessing; That empire is all I would have. So give up my game. IX. RONDELAY. CHLOE found Amyntas lying, Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain: Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain! Ever scorning, and denying To reward your faithful swain. Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain : Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain! Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain : But, repenting, and complying, When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again: Kiss'd him up before his dying; Kiss'd him up, and eas'd his pain. X. A SONG Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain : A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, Tell her my pains so fast increase, XI. A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING. Ask not the cause, why sullen Spring And winter storms invert the year: Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye: To sigh, to languish, and to die: Great god of love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst plac'd such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more. When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall; She can restore the dead from tombs, And every life but mine recal. I only am by Love design'd To be the victim for mankind. XII SONG, FROM MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE 1. WHY should a foolish marriage vow, We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could, If I have pleasures for a friend, And further love in store, What wrong has he, whose joys did end, There are several excellent songs in his King Arthur, which should have been copied, but that they are so interwoven with the story of the drama that it would be improper to separate them. There is also a song in Love in a Nunnery; and another in The Duke of Guise; but neither of them worth transcribing. N. Rr 'Tis a madness that he Should be jealous of me, Or that I should bar him of another: For all we can gain Is to give ourselves pain, When neither can hinder the other. XIII. SONG, FROM TYRANNIC LOVE. Ан, how sweet it is to love! Sighs which are from lovers blown Love and Time with reverence use, For each year their price is more, Love, like spring-tides full and high, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. XIV. ALEXANDER'S FEAST: OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC. AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY. "TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So should desert in arms be crown'd) The lovely Thais, by his side, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. 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. 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. The mighty master smil'd, to see Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, If the world be worth thy winning, 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. And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy, JANUS. XIII. THE SECULAR MASQUE. Enter JANUS. CHRONOS, Chronos, mend thy pace, In his revolving race. Behold, behold the goal in sight, Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight. Enter CHRONOS with a scythe in his hand, and a globe on his back; which he sets down at his entrance. CHRONOS. Weary, weary of my weight, Let me, let me drop my freight, I could not bear, Another year, The load of human-kind. Enter Moмus laughing. MOMUS. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack, And lighten thy back, The world was a fool, e'er since it begun, SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS 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. PHYLLIS. LOOK, look, I see-I see my love appear! 'Tis he-Tis he alone; For, like him, there is none: 'Tis the dear, dear man, 'tis thee, dear. AMYNTAS. Hark, the winds war; The foamy waves roar; I see a ship afar: Tossing and tossing, and making to the But what 's that I view, So radiant of hue, [shore: St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that sits upon the [sails? Ah! No, no, no. St. Hermo, never, never shone so bright; "Tis Phyllis, only Phyllis, can shoot so fair a light: "Tis Phyllis, 'tis Phyllis, that saves the ship alone, For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is overblown. |