Chloris is gone, and fate provides To make it Spring, where fhe refides. II. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; To figh, to languish, and to die: III. Great god of love, why haft thou made And change the laws of every land? IV. When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall; I only am by Love design'd XII. ALEXANDER'S FEAST: An ODE, in honour of St. CECILIA's Day. I. WAS at the royal feast, for Persia won 'Tw By Philip's warlike son : 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 should defert in arms be crown'd: The lovely Thais, by his side, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. CHORUS. Haypy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high II. Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the sky, And heavenly joys infpire. The The fong began from Jove, Who left his blifsful feats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god: Sublime on radiant fpires he rode, When he to fair Olympia prefs'd: And while he fought her snowy breast : Then, round her flender waist he curl'd, And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fovereign of the world. The liftening crowd admire the lofty found, A prefent deity the vaulted roofs rebound: The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the spheres. CHORUS. With ravish'd ears The monarch bears, Ajumes the god, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the spheres. III. The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician fung; Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: He fhews his honeft face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. CHORUS. Bacchus bleffings are a treasure, Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain. 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 master saw the madness rife ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; Soft pity to infuse : He fung Darius great and good, By too fevere a fate, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, And weltring in his blood; Deferted, Deferted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed : With not a friend to close his eyes. With down-caft looks the joyless victor fate, The various turns of chance below; CHORU S. Revolving in his alter'd foul The various turns of chance below; V. The mighty master sail'd, to see Never ending, ftill beginning, Take the good the gods provide thee. The |