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A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY. Dryden.
The trumpet's loud clangor

excites us to arms,
with shrill notes of anger

and mortal alarms.'
The double double double beat

of the thundering drum . us
cries, hark! the foes come; . o .
charge, charge, 't is too late to retreat. .'

.. The soft complaining flute
wir in dying notes discovers'...

the woes of hopeless Jovers,
whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

Sharp violins proclaim
their jealous pangs, and desperation,
fury, frantic indignation,
depth of pains, and height of passion,

for the fair, disdainful dame.
But oh! what art can teach,

what human voice can reach.
the sacred organ's praise?
Notes inspiring holy love,
notes that wing their heavenly ways

.. to mend the choirs above.
Orpheus could lead the savage race;:.
, and trees uprooted left their place,

sequacious of the lyre:
but bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher :
when to her organ vocal breath was given,
an angel heard and straight appear'd
mistaking earth for heaven.'

GRAND CHORUS
As from the power of sacred lays,

the spheres began to move,
and sung the great Creator's praise

to all the bless'd above;
so when the last apd 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..

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ALEXANDER'S FEAST:

OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC.
i An Ode in honour of St. Cecilia's Day.
'T was 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 inyrtles bound.

(So should desert in arms be crown'd:)
the lovely Thais, by his side,
sate like a blooming Eastern bride,
in flower of youth and beauty's pride,

Happy, happy, happy pair !
none but the brave,
none but the brave,

none but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair ! &e. Timotheus, plac'd on high

amid the tuneful quire,

with flying fingers touch'd the 'lyre: the trembling notes ascend the sky,

and heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, who left his blissful seats above, (such is the power of mighty love.) i

A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god:
sublime on radiant spires he rode,

when he to fair Olympia press'd:'',

and while he sought her snowy breast:
then, round her slender waist he curld,
and stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of

the world.
The listening croud admire the lofty sound,
a present deity, they shout around:
a present deity the vaulted roofs rebound:

with ravish'd ears
the monarch hears,
assumes the god,

affects to nod,
and seems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS.
With ravish'd ears
the monarch hears,
assumes the god,

affects to nod,

and seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung

of Bacchus ever fair and ever young; [sung

the jolly god in triumph comes ;
sound the trumpets; beat the drums;

Aush'd with a purple grace

he shews his honest face: now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes!

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, drinking is the soldier's pleasure:

rich the treasure,

sweet the pleasure, sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORUS.
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, is
drinking is the soldier's pleasure; ;

rich the treasure, liri

sweet the pleasure; ist . sweet is pleasure after pain. 'Hills Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;

fought all his battles o'er again;[the slain. and thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew

The master saw the madness rise; ..
his glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
and while he heaven and earth defy'd,"
chang’d his hand, and check'd his pride.

He chose a mournful Muse
* soft pity to infuse:
be sung Darius great and good, '

by too severe a fate; ; ;
fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
fallen from his high estate,

and weltering in his blood; ..
deserted, at his utmost need,
by those his former bounty fed: '.'
on the bare earth expos'd he lies,
with not a friend to close his eyes.
With down-cast looks the joyless victor sate
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. No. 77.

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The mighty master smild, to see
that love was in the next degree: ;
't was but a kindred sound to move, :
for pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.

War, he sung, is toil and trouble; : :
.: honour but an empty bubble; si

, never ending, still beginning,
fighting still, and still destroying; !

if the world be worth thy winning,
think, O think, it worth enjoying:

lovely Thais sits beside thee, i

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 oppressid,
the vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

CHORUS.
'. 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. Now strike the golden lyre again : a louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder,

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