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But soon, too soon the lover turns his eyes :
Again she falls, again she dies, she dies !
Ilow wilt thou now the fatal sisters move ?
No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love.

Now under hanging mountains,
Beside the falls of fountains,
Or where Hebrus wanders,
Rolling in meanders,

All alone,
Unheard, unknown,
He makes his moan,

And calls her ghost,
For ever, ever, ever, lost!

Now with furies surrounded,
Despairing, confounded,
He trembles, he glows,

Amidst Rhodope's snows:
See, wild as the winds, o'er the desert he flies ;
Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals' cri

Ah
see,

he dies !
Yet e'en in death Eurydice he sung:
Eurydice still trembled on his tongue:

Eurydice the woods,

Eurydice ihe floods,
Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung.

Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And Fate's severest rage disarm;
Music can soften pain to ease,
And make despair and madness please :
Our joys below it can improve,

And antedate the bliss above.
This the divine Cecilia found,
And to her Maker's praise confined the sound,
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,

The immortal powers incline their ear :
Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire,
While solemn airs improve the sacred fire;

And angels lean from heaven to hear.

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Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell;
To bright Cecilia greater power is given :
His numbers raised a shade from hell,

Hers lift the soul to heaven.

TWO CHORUSSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS, Altered from Shakspeare by the Duke of Buckingham:

at whose desire these two Chorusses were composed, to supply as many wanting in his Play. They were set many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, und performed at Buckingham-house.

CHORUS OF ATHENIANS.

Strophe 1.
YE shades, where sacred truth is sought;
Groves, where immortal sages taught;
Where heavenly visions Plato fired,
And Epicurus lay inspired!
In vain your guiltless laurels stood

Unspotted long with human blood.
War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades,
And steel now glitters in the muses' shades.

Antistrophe 1.
Oh heaven-born sisters ! source of art!
Who charm the sense, or mend the heart;
Who lead fair virtue's train along,
Moral truth and mystic song !
To what new clime, what distant sky,

Forsaken, friendless, shall ye fly?
Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore ?
Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more?

Strophe 2.
When Athens sinks by fates unjust,
When wild barbarians spurn her dust!

Perhaps e'en Britain's utmost shore
Shall cease to blush with stranger's gore:
See arts her savage sons controul,

And Athens rising near the pole!
Till some new tyrant lifts his purple hand,
And civil madness tears them from the land.

Antistrophe 2.
Ye gods! what justice rules the ball ?
Freedom and arts together fall;
Fools grant whate'er ambition craves,
And men once ignorant are slaves,
O cursed effects of civil hate,

In every age, in every state!
Still, when the lust of tyrant power succeeds,
Some Athens perishes, some Tully bleeds.

CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS.

Semichorus.
Oh tyrant Love! hast thou possess'd
The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast ?

Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,
And arts but soften us to feel thy flame.

Love, soft intruder, enters here,
But entering learns to be sincere.
Marcus, with blushes owns he loves,
And Brutus tenderly reproves.
Why, virtue, dost thou blame desire,

Which nature hath impress'd?
Why, nature, dost thou soonest fire
The mild and generous breast ?

Chorus.
Love's purer flames the gods approve;
The gods and Brutus bend to love :

Brutus for absent Porcía sighs,
And sterner Cassius melts at Junia's eyes.

What is loose love? a transient gust,
Spent in a sudden storm of lust;

A vapour fed front wild desire ;
A wandering, self-consuming fire.
But Hymen's kinder flames unite,

And burn for ever one;
Chaste as cold Cynthia's virgin light,
Productive as the sun.

Semichorus.
Oh source of every social lie,
United wish, and mutual joy!

What various joys on one attend,
As son, as father, brother, husband, friend.

Whether his hoary sire he spies,
While thousand grateful thoughts arise ;
Or meets his spouse's fonder eye ;
Or views his smiling progeny ;
What tender passions take their turns,

What home-felt raptures move!
His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns,
With reverence, hope, and love.

Chorus.
Hence, guilty joys, distastes, surmises;
Hence, false tears, deceits, disguises,
Dangers, doubts, delays, surprises,

Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine :
Purest Love's unwasting treasure,
Constant faith, fair hope, long leisure ;
Days of ease, and nights of pleasure,

Sacred Hymen, these are thine..

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ODE ON SOLITUDE. Written when the Author was about twelve Years old. HAPPY the man whose wish and care

A few pater acres bound, Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in suminer yield him shade,

In winter fire. Bless’d, who can unconcernedly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft

away, In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night : study and ease,

Together mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please

With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus unlamented, let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.

ODE.
The dying Christian to his Soul.
VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying-
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying !
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

Hark! they whisper : angels say,
Sister spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite,

Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes ; it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears.

With sounds seraphic ring :

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