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P O L M S.

299 The God of love his motion spies,

When with awaken'd courage will you go,
Läys by the pipe, and shoots a dart And minds resolv'd, to meet the threatening foe?
Through Corydon's unwary heart, What! shall our vile lethargic floth betray
Then, smiling, from his ambush flies; To greedy neighbnurs an unguarded prey ?
While in his room, divinely bright,

Or can you see their armies rush from far,
The reigning beauty of the groves furpris'd the And fit secure amidst thë rage of war?
Thepherd's fight,

gods! how great, how glorious 'tis to see

The warrior-hero fight for liberty,
W},, from love his heart fecuring,

For his dear children, for his tendèr wife,
Cao avoid chinchanting pain?

For all the valued joys, and soft supports of life
Pluare calls with voice alluring,

Then let him draw his sword, and take the field,
B:201y fostly binds the chain.

And fortify his breast behind the spacious shield.
Why from love his heart securing,

Nor fear to die; in vain you shun your fate,
Cun avoid th' inchanting pain?

Nor can you shorten, nor prolong its date;
For life's a measur'd race, and he that flies
From darts and fighting foes, at home inglorións

No grieving crowds his obsequies attend; [dies ;

But all applaud, and weep the soldier's end,

Who, desperately brave, in fight sustains

Inflicted wounds, and honourable stains,

And falls a sacrifice to glories charms:

But if a just success shall crown his arms,
AIRY Cloe, proud and young,

For his return the rescued people wait,
The fairest tyrant of the plain,

To see the guardian genius of the state;
Laugh'd at her adoring swain.

With rap!ure viewing his majestic face,
He fadly ligh'd-She gayly sung,

His dauntless mien, and every martial grace,
And, wanton, thus reproach'd his pain. They'll bless the toils he for their safety boré,

Admire them living, and when dead adore: *
Leave me, filly shepherd, go;
You only tell me what I know,
You view a thousand charms in me;

Then cease thy prayers, I'll kinder grow,
When I can view such charms in thee.

Leave me, lilly shepherd, go:
You only tell me what I know,

Though mean thy rank, yet in thy humble cell
You view a thousand charms in me.

Did gentle peace and arts unpurchas'd dwell,

Well-pleas'd Apollo thither led his train,
Amyntor, fir'd hy this disdain,

And music warbled in her sweetest strain :
Curs'd the proud fair, and broke his chain; Cyllenius so, as fables tell, and Jove,
He rav'd, and at the scorner swore,

Come, willing guests to poor Philemon's grove.
And vow'd he'd he love's fool no more Let useless pomp behold, and blush to find
But Cloe (mild, and thus she call'd him back again. So low a station, such a liberal mind.


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I'm of chastc Diana's train.

Did all his songs and heavenly skill impárt;
Away, thou winged boy!

The boy to recompense his art,
Thou bear'ít thy darts in vain,

Repeating did each song improve,
I hate the languid joy,

And breath'd into his airs the charms of love,
I mock che trifling pain.

And taught the master thus to touch chc heart.
Love, I defy thee'!
Venus ! I fly thec!

Love inspiring,
I'n of chaste Diana's train.

Sounds persuading,

Makes his darts resistless fly; Bright Veous and her son stood by,

Beauty aiding, And heard a proud disdainful fair

Arts aspiring, Thus boast her wretched liberty;

Gives them wings to rise more high. They scorned the hould the raptures share,

Which their happier captives know,

Nor would Cupid draw his bow
To wound the nymph, but laugh'd out this reply.

A C Α Ν Τ Α Τ Α.
Proud and foolish! hear your fate!

Set, with Symphonies,' boj Signior Nicolini Haym: Waste your youth, and sigh too late

For joys which now you say you hate.

Ye tender powers! how thall I move
When your decaying eyes

A careless maid that laughs at love?
Can dart their fires no more,

Cupid to my succour fly :
The wrinkles of chreescore

Come with all thy thrilling darts,
Shall make you vainly wise.

Thy melting flames to foften hearts;
Proud and foolish! hear

Conquer for me, or 1 die! Waste your youth, and sigh too late

Ye tender powers! how shall I move For joys which now you say you hato.

A careless maid that langhs at love?

Cupid, to my fuccour fly!


your fate!

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Soft denials

Are but trials,
You must follow when we fly.

Shepherds, would you hope to please us,
You must every humour try.

301 Nymphs and shepherds gently thed Spices round his sacred head; On his lovely body shower

Leaves of roses, virgin lilies,

Cowllips, violets, daffadilies,
And with garlands dress the bower.


Rittornel of flutes. After wbicb Cupid rises, and fings

with bis bow drawn, Yield to the god of soft defires! Whose gentle influence inspires

Every creature

Throughout nature
With sprightly joys and genial fires.

Damion, who long ador'd the sprightly maid,

Yet never durft his love relate,
Resolv'd at last to try his fate;
He sigh'd !-she smild: --hekneel'd and pray'd!
She frown'd;He rose, and walk'd away,

But soon returning look'd more gay,
And sung, and danc'd, and on his pipe a cheerful

echo play'd.

AIR. (with an echo of Autes.] Pastora fled to a shady grove,

Damon view'd her,

And pursued her;
Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love.
The nymph look'd back, well-pleas'd to see
That Damon ran as swift as the.
Pastora fled to a shady grove ;

Damon view'd her,

And pursued her ;
Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love.

Chorus of the Shepherds and Nymfls. Hail, thou potent deity :

Every creature

Throughout nature
Owns thy power as well as we.

Enter Hymen, in & Juffron-coloured roke, a chaplet

of Aozvers on bis bead, and in bis band the nuptial torcb; attended by priests.


Scene, A Prospect of a Wood.

Enter a Shepherd, and fings. Ve nymphs and shepherds of the grove, That know the pleasing pains of love,

Eager for th' expected blessing,
Sighing, panting for poffelling!
Leave your flocks, and haste away,

With solemn state,

To celebrate
Cupid and Hymen's holiday.

Behold a greater power than he,
Behold the marriage deity!

Chorus, by Hymen's attendants.
Behold the marriage deity!

Gupid, smiling
Behold the god of household strife,
That spoils the happy lover's life,
And turns a mistress to a wife:

Hymen. .
Foolish and inconstant boy!
Thine's a trapsitory joy;
Sudden fits in pleasure's fever;
Hymen's blessings last for ever.

Hymen's bondage lafts for ever;
Love's free pleasures failing never.

Love's folen pleasures, insincere,
Purchas'd at a rate too dear,
Shame and sorrow will destroy
If Hymen license not the joy.

Both together.
Then let us join hands and unite.

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Last Chorus of the Sbepberds and Nympbs. How happy, how happy, how happy are we, Where Cupid and Hymen in confort agree! We'll ravei all day with sports and delight, And Hymen and Cupid ball govern the night.

Scene opening, discovers a pleasant bower, with the

God of Love asleep, attended by Cupids, fome playing with his bozu, otbers soarpening bis arrows, &c. On each side the bower, cualks of cypress trees, and fountains playing; a distant landscape terminates the prospect.

A C Α Ν Τ Α Τ Α.

Set by Mr. Galliard.


Verfe for a fepberdess, with flutes. See the mighty power of love, Sleeping in a Cyprian grove

Venus! thy throne of beauty now resign!

Bchold on earth a conquering fair,

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Who more deserves love's crown to wear! Hæc largo matura die, faturataque vernis
Not thy own star so bright in heaven does shine, Roribus, indulget fpatio : latet altera nodo,
Alk of thy son her name, who with his dart Nec tencris audet foliis admittere foles,

Has deeply grav'd it in my heart;
Or ask the god of tuneful sound,

Who sings it to his lyre,
And does this maid inspire

Venus coming to a nuptial ceremony, and enter

ing the room, sees the bride and her mother With his own art, to give a surer wound.

sitting together, &c. On which occasion Clay

dian makes the following description.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,

The goddess paus'd; and, held in deep amaze,
And, transported while she sings,

Now views the mother's, now the daughter's face
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet;

Different in each, yet cqual beauty glows,
Could Narcissus fee or hear her,

That, the full moon, and this, the crescent shows;
From his fountain he would fly,

Thus, rais'd beneath its parent tree is seen
And, with awe approaching near her,

The laurel shoot, while, in its early green,
For a real beauty die.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;

Thick-sprouting leaves and branches are essay'd,
Echo lurks in hollow springs,

And all the promise of a future thade.

Or, blooming thus, in happy Pæflan fields,
And, transported while she fings,

One common stock two lovcly roses yields.;
Learns her voice, ard grows more sweet,

Mature by vernal dews, this darcs display

Its leaves full blown, and boldly meets the day,
Yet Venus once again my suit attend !

That, folded in its tender nonage lies,
And when from hcaven you shall descend,
This flining empress to array,

A beautcous bud, nor yet admits the skies.
When you present her all your train of loves,

Your chariot, and your nurmuring doves,
Tell her she wants one charm to make the rest

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more gay,
Then smiling to th' harmonious beauty say:

Set by Mr. Pepufib.
To a lovely face and air,
Let à tender heart be join'd.

FOOLISI love! I scorn thy darti,
Love can make you doubly fair;

And ali ihy little wanton arcs,
Music's sweeter when you're kind.

To captivate unmanly hearts.
To a lovely face and air,

Shall a wonian, proud and соу,
Let a tender heart be join'd.

Make nie languith for a tuy?
Foolish love; I scorn thy darts,
And all thy little wanton arts,

To cuftivale unmauly hearts.


Thus Strephon mock'd the power of love, and In every age to brighter honours born,

His freedonı he would ftill maiutain, (wore Which loveliest nyır.phs and sweetest bards adorn,

Nor ever wear th' aglorious chain, Beauty and wit each other's aid require,

Or Navishly adore. And goers sing what once the fair inlpire;

But when Lamira cross'd the plain, The fair for ever thus her cliarms prolong,

The shepherd gaz'd, and thus revers'd his firain. And live rewarded in the tuneful sung. Thus Sacharilla shines in Waller's lays,

Love, I feel thy power divine, And she, who rais'd his.genius, shares his praise.

And bluthug row niy heart rekga ! Each does in tach a mutual lite infuse,

Yt fwains, nay folly don't deipisc;
Th' inspiring beauty, the recording niuse.

But luok un fair Lanira's cyes,
Then céll me if you can be wise.
love, I feel thy power divine,

And blufhing now niy heart resign!


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At Cella's feet to lie,
And sighing tell thy woe!

Melting airs soft joys inspire :
Can you think that fneaking air

Airs fur drooping hope to hear,
Fit to move th' unpitying fair ?

Melting as a lover's prayer;
She laughs to see thee trifle so.

Joys to flatter dull despair,
Why, 100 amorous hero! why

And loftly soothe the amorous fire.
Doft thru the war forego,
At Calia's feet to lie,

Now let the sprighily violin
And fighing tell thy woe?

A louder train begin;

And now
Cleander heard not this advice,

Let the deep-mouth'd organ blow,
Nor would his languishing refrain.

Swell it high, and sink it low But while to Celia once he pray'd in vain,

Hark-how thc treble and base By chance his image in a glais he spies,

In wanton fugues each other chace,
And, blushing at the fight, he grew a man again, And swift divisions run their airy race!
AIR. (with a trumpot.]

Through all the travers'd scale they ily,
Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms!

In winding labyrinths of harmony: [dies
I crime, I come, the warrior crics,

By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and
And from scornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.

In winding labyrinths of harmony,
Celia beholds his alter'd brow,

Through all the travers'd scale they fly: [die
And would regain her lover now.

By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and
Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms!
I conie, I come, the warrior cries,

Ye sons of art, once more rencw your trains;
And from scornful Celia flies,

In loftier verse, and loftier lays,
To court Victoria's charnis.

Your voices raise,

To music's praise !
A nobler song remains.

Sing how the great Creator God,

On wings of flaming cherubs rode,

To make a world; and round the dark abyss,
Performed in Stationer's Hall, 1703.

Turn'd the golden compasses,

The compasses in fate's high ftorehouse found;
Descende Cælo, et dic age tibia

Thus far extend, he said ; be this
Regina longum Calliope melos"!

O World, chy measur'd bound.
Scu voce nunc mavis acura,

Meanwhile a thousand harps were play'd on bigh;
Seu fidibus, Cycharâve Phæbi.

Be this thy nieasur'd bound,

Was echo'd all around;

And now arise, ye earth, and seas, and sky; (Brgin with a Chorus:]

A thousand voice's made reply,

Arisc, ye earth, and feas, and sky.
AWAKE, celestial harmony !

What can music's power controul?
Awake, celestial harmony!

When nature's Pleeping soul
Turn thy vocal sphere around,

Perceiv'd th' enchanting sound,
Goddess of melodious sound.

It wak'd, and shook of foul deformity;
Let the trumpet's shrill voice,

The mighey melody
And the drum's thundering noise,

Nature's secret chains uzbound;
Rouse every dull mortal from sorrow's profound. And earth arose, and seas and sky.
See, fee:

Aloft expanded spheres were lung,
The mighty power of harmony!

With shining luminaries hung;
Behold how foon its charms can chace

A vast creation stood display'd,
Grief and gloom from every face !

By heaven's inspiring music nade.
How swift its rapturcs fly.

And thrill through every soul, and brighten every O wondrous force of harmony!

VI. Proceed, sweet charmer of the ear!

Divinest art, whose fame shall never cease!
Proceed; and through the mellow flute, Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth;
The moving lyre,

When heaven vouchfaf 'd to treat with earth,
And solicary lute,

Music was herald of the peace :
Melting airs foft joys inspire :

Thy voice could best the joyful tidings tell;
Airs for drooping hope to hear,

Iinmortal mercy! boundless love!
Melting as a lover's prayer;

A God descending from above,
Joys to flatter dull despair,

To conquer death and hell.
And softly soothe the aniorous fire.

* Milton.


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