Desc2ND, ye nine! descend, and fing; In a fadly-pleafing strain Let the warbling lute complain; The fhrill echoes rebound: Hark! the numbers foft and clear Now louder, and yet louder rise, And fill with spreading founds the fkies; Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold notes, In broken air trembling, the wild mufic floats; Till, by degrees, remote and small, The ftrains decay, And melt away, In a dying, dying fall. By mufic, minds an equal temper know, Or when the foul is prefs'd with cares, 111. But when our country's caufe provokes to arms, Transported demi-gods stood round, And men grew heroes at the found, Enflam'd with glory's charms : Each chief his feven-fold fhield display'd,. And half unfheath'd the fhining blade: And feas, and rocks, and skies, rebound To arms, to arms, to arms! B the ftreams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that blow By thofe happy fouls who dwell By the hero's armed fhades, Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And make defpair and madness please: And antedate the blifs above. And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS. Altered from Shakspeare by the Duke of Buckingham; at whose defire these two Choruses were compofed, to supply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham-house. Oh, heaven-born fifters! fource of art! Who charm the fenfe, or mend the heart; Who lead fair virtue's train along, Mortal truth and mystic song! To what new clime, what diftant sky, Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore? Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more? STROPHE II. When Athens finks by fates unjust, Shall ceafe to blush with stranger's gore; And Athens rifing near the pole ! ANTISTROPHE II. Ye gods, what justice rules the ball! He fung, and hell confented A conqueft how hard and how glorious! With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious. VI. But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes: Or where Hebrus wanders Unheard, unknown, Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And make defpair and madness please: And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, Th' immortal powers incline their ear; Borne on the fwelling notes our fouls aspire, While folemn airs improve the facred fire; And angels lean from heaven to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater power is given: His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell, Her's lift the foul to heaven. TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS. Altered from Shakspeare by the Duke of Buckingham; at whofe defire these two Choruses were compofed, to fupply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham-house. CHORUS OF ATHENIANS. STROPHE I. Ys fhades, where facred truth is fought; In vain your guiltless laurels food War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, ANTISTROPHE 1. Oh, heaven-born fifters! fource of art! Who charm the fenfe, or mend the heart; Who lead fair virtue's train along, Mortal truth and mystic song! To what new clime, what diftant sky, Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic fhore? When Athens finks by fates unjust, Ye gods, what justice rules the ball! Oh, curs'd effects of civil hate, |