ALEXANDER'S FEAST, OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC '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 placed around, 5 Their brows with roses and with myrtles 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! Timotheus placed on high Amid the tuneful quire And heavenly joys inspire. 10 15 20 Who left his blissful seats above Such is the power of mighty love! Sublime on radiant spires he rode 25 When he to fair Olympia prest, And while he sought her snowy breast, Then round her slender waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. -The listening crowd admire the lofty sound; 30 A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound: With ravish'd, ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; 35 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: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums! Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: 40 Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, 45 Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain: Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain! The master saw the madness rise, 55 His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : 60 He sung Darius great and good, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, 65 - With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his alter'd soul 70 The various turns of Chance below; The mighty master smiled to see Take the good the gods provide thee! 75 80 85 The many rend the skies with loud applause; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. 90 The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again: 95 Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain! Break his bands of sleep asunder 100 And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain 110 And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! 125 - Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. 130 With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize Or both divide the crown; He raised a mortal to the skies; 140 She drew an angel down! WILLIAM COLLINS 1721-1759 A COMPARISON of the dates which mark the birth and death of Collins with those which mark the birth and death of Burns, shows that Collins lived only about a year longer than Burns. He wrote in that time much less than Burns; indeed, he has left behind him only about fifteen hundred lines of verse. And what he has written is scarcely known to that wide populace who sing the songs of the Scottish bard with such familiar ease. Collins is a favorite with the academic few; Burns is a favorite alike with those few and with the untutored many. Collins, who was the son of a prominent hatter of Chichester, began to write very early. Indeed, one of his poems, which has been lost, is said to have been printed when the poet was a lad of eight. He wrote during his school days at Winchester and during his university years at Oxford. While still an undergraduate, only seventeen years old, he published his Persian Eclogues and his Epistle to Sir Thomas Hanmer. He grew restive at Oxford, abandoned his university career before obtaining his degree, and hurried to London to carry out some of the chimerical schemes which crowded his brain. His experience in London disclosed his weakness. He was magnificently great in his conceptions; he was pitifully small in his executions. When the fame which he coveted did not come to him, he abandoned himself to reckless extravagance and dissipation, and soon found himself within the unhappy toils of debt and hopeless poverty. But he did not yield to unconditional surrender. In 1746 he published his Odes, Descriptive and Allegorical, and upon these his title to fame mainly rests. He was original enough to get away from the enmeshing restrictions of an artificial poetical régime which Pope and the Classical School had perfected. He looked out upon nature and felt the thrill of a residing beauty. Straightway he |