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With down-cast looks the joylefs victor fate.
Revolving in his alter'd foul
The various turns of chance below;
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.

The mighty master fmil'd, to fee
That lore was in the next degree;
'Twas'but a kindred found to move;
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly fweet in Lydian meafures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleafures.
War, he fung, its toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;

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,
Take the good the gods provide thee.
The many rend the skies with loud applaufe;
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the caufe.
The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair,
That caus'd his care,
And sigh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and iook'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again;
At length with hive and wine at ouce opprefs'd,
The vanquiihM victor funk upon her breast 1

Now strike the golden lyre again:
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.

Break his hands of fleep afunder, And roufe him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid found Has rals'd up Ms head; A* awak'd from the dead, And amaz'cl he stares around. • Revenge, Revenge! Timotheus, cries, See the furies arife! See the fnakes that they rear, How they hify m their hair, And the fparkles that flafh from their eyes! Behold a ghastly hand, Each a torch in his hand! Thefe are Grecian ghosts, that in hattle were flain. And unhur\' d remain Inglorious on ihc plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they tofs their torches on high,

How they point to their Persian ahodes, And glittering temples of their hoitile gods!

The Princes applaud, with a furious joy: And the King teiz'd a flamheau, with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, nr'd another Troy,.

Thus long a^o,

Ere heaving t-el lows learn'd to hlow,
While organs \et were mute;
Timotheus, To his hrealhing flute
And founding h re.
Could fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft desire.

fit last divine Cecilia came, Inventrefs of the vocal frame; fweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow hounds, And added length to folemn founds, ^".th Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown heforeLet old Timotheus yield the prize, Or hoth divide the crown; He rais'd a mortal to the fkies, She drew an angel down,



Nymphs of Solymi! hegin the fong!
To heav'nly themes fuhlimer strains helong.
The mossy fountains, and the fylvan fhades,
The dreams of Pindus, and th' Aonian maids,
'Delight no more.—O Thou,_my voice infpire,

(Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd lips with sire!
Rapt into future times, the hard hegun:
A Virgin ihall conceive, a Virgin hear a Son!
From Jesse's root hehold a hranch arife,
Whofe facred flow'r with fragrance sills the flues';
Th' Æthereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And on its top defcends the mystic Dove.

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No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear j
From ev'ry face He wipes off ev'ry tear..
In adamantine chains fhall Death he hound,
And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th' eternal wound,
As the good fhepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air,
Xxplores the lost, the wandring sheep directs,
By day o'erfee: them, a'nd hy night protects j
The tender lamhs he raifes in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his hofom warms;
Thus shall mankind His guardian care engage,
The promis'd Father of a future age.
No more shall nation agamst nation rife,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor sields with gleaming steel he cover'd o'er,
The hrazen trumpet kindle rage no more;
But ufelefs lances into sithes shall hend,
And the hroad falchion in a ploughfhare end.
Then palaces fhall rife; the joyful fon
Shall sinifn what his short-Iiv'd sire hegun;
Their vines a fhadow to their race shall yield,
And the fame hand that fow'd, fhall reap the sield.
The fwain in harren deferts with furprife
Sees lilies fpring, and fudden verdure rife;
And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murmur in his ear.
On rifted rocks, the dragons' late ahodes,
The green reed tremhles, and the hulrufh nods;
Waste fandy vallies, once perplex'd with thorn,
The fpiry sir and fhapely hox adorn;
To leaflefs fhruhs the flow'ring palms fucceed,
Jini od'rous myrtle to the noifome weed.

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