Dryden.

Seine, gleichfalls für den Cäcilientag bestimmte, musikalische Ode, Alexander's Feast, ist eins der herrlichsten Meis fterstücke der neuern Vocsie; reich an zaubervoller Mannichfaltigkeit der Bilder und Beschreibungen, an Schönheit und Wohlklang des Ausdrucks, und am wirkungsvollsten Wechs fel der Empfindung. Echon im J. 1687 schrieb er auf eben diese Veranlassung eine kürzere Ode auf die Harmonie, die gleichfalls sehr schöne Stellen hat. Gar sehr aber übertraf er sich selbst, und alle seine Vorgänger und Nachfolger, in gegenwärtiger Ode, die Pope in seinem Effay on Criticism sehr treffend charakterisirt:

Hear, how Timotheus' vary'd lays surprise,
And bid alternate passions fall and rise !

While at each change the son of Libyan Jove

Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now fighs fteal out, and tears begin to flow. Perfians and Greeks like turns of nature found, And the world's victor stood subdu'd by sound. The pow'r of mufic all our hearts allow, And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now. Uebrigens weiß man, daß Håndel, im J. 1735, dieß Meifterstück in eben so meißterhafte Musik seßte; und daß wir es Hrn. Ramler zu verdanken haben, der einen deutschen Text, mit Grundlage der Weißischen Ueberseßung, ju dieser Kont position einrichtete, daß diese lettre auch in Deutschland bekannter geworden, und mehrmals von Kennern bewundert ift.

IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY.

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Dryden. Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero fate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound,
(So fhould defert in arms be crown d).
The lovely Thais by his fide
Sate like a blooming Eaftern bride,
In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,.

None but the brave deferves the fair.

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre;

The trembling notes afcend the sky,
And heav'nly joys inspire.

The fong began from Jove,
Who left his blissful feats above,
(Such is the pow'r of mighty love)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
Sublime on radiant fpires he rode,
When he to fair Olympia preft,
And while he fought her fnowy breaft;
Then round her flender waift he curl'd,

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And ftamp'd an image of himself a fov'reign of the

world.

The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found;
A prefent Deity they thoot around;
A prefent Deity! the vaulted roofs rebound.

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With ravifh'd ears
The monarch hears;
Affumes the god,
Affects to nod,

And feems to fhake the fpheres.

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The monarch hears;

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Affumes the god,
Affects to nod

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And feems to shake the spheres.“

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II.

The praile of Bacchus then the fweet musician

fung;
Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young:
The jolly god in triumph comes;
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums:
Flufh'd with a purple grace,
He fhews his honeft face.

Now give the hautboys breath. He comes! he

comes!

Dryden.

Dryden.

IV.

Sooth'd with the found the King grew vain,
Fought all his battles o'er again,

And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he
flew the flain.
The mafter faw the madness rise,
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes,
And while he heav'n and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chofe a mournful Mufe,

Soft pity to infufe:

He fung Darius, great and good!
By too levere a fate

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
Deferted at his utmost need
By thofe, his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
With downcaft looks the joyless victor fate,
Revolving in his alter'd foul

The various turns of chance below;
And now and then a figh he ftole,
And tears began to flow.

Softly fweet, in Lydian meafures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleasures,
War, he fung, is toil and trouble,
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, ftill beginning,
Fighting ftill, and still destroying:
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, o think it worth enjoying!
Lovely Thais fits befide thee;
Take the good the gods provide thee.
The many rend the fkies with loud applaufe:

So Love was crown'd, but Mufic won the cause,
The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,

And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again.

At length, with love and wine at once oppreft,
The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast.

CHORUS.

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The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

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Who caus'd his care,

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And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd, " Sigh'd and look'd and figh'd again,

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"At length, with love and wine at once opprest "The vanquifh'd victor funk upon her breast."

VI,

Now ftrike the golden lyre again :

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Break his bands of fleep afunder,

And rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder.
Hark, hark, the horrid found

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Has rais'd up his head,

As awak'd from the dead,

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Revenge,