A SONG. [From the folio, 1701.—ED.] I. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain : II. A sigh or tear, perhaps, she 'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, But, ah! the wretch that speechless lies, A SONG то A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING. [This Song, a splendid example of its style, appeared in the Third Miscellany, 1693.-ED.] I. Ask not the cause, why sullen spring II. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye; But left her lover in despair, To sigh, to languish, and to die. Ah, how can those fair eyes endure, To give the wounds they will not cure! *[Cf. "time turned up the wrong side of the year.”—The Hind and the Panther, iii. 438.-ED.] III. Great god of love, why hast thou made And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst placed such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more. IV. When Chloris to the temple comes, ALEXANDER'S FEAST, OR THE POWER OF MUSIC; AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY. This celebrated Ode was written for the Saint's Festival in 1697, when the following stewards officiated: Hugh Colvill, Esq.; Capt. Thomas Newman; Orlando Bridgeman, Esq.; Theophilus Buller, Esq.; Leonard Wessell, Esq.; Paris Slaughter, Esq.; Jeremiah Clarke, Gent.; and Francis Rich, Gent. The merits of this unequalled effusion of lyrical poetry are fully discussed in the general criticism. I. 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne. His valiant peers were placed around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So should desert in arms be crowned.) The lovely Thais,* by his side, Sate like a blooming eastern bride, Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. * [Originally written by a slip "Lais." See Letters.—ED.] CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. II. Timotheus, placed on high With flying fingers touched the lyre: The song began from Jove, When he to fair Olympia + pressed, And while he sought her snowy breast; The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound. With ravished ears, The monarch hears; And seems to shake the spheres. * [Not "spheres," as it is sometimes wrongly printed. -ED.] + [I do not know why Dryden did not write Olympias, unless it was to avoid too much sibillation.-ED.] |