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AIR.

Or can gon see their armies rush from far,

RECITATIVE. And sit secure amidst the rage of war?

Bright Venus and her som stood by, Ye gods! how great, how glorious 'tis to see

And heard a proud disdainful fair The warrior-hero fight for liberty,

Thus boast ber wretched liberty ; For his dear children, for his tender wife,

They scorn'd she should the raptures share, For all the valued joys, and soft supports of life! Which their happier captives know, Then let himn draw his sword, and take the field, Nor would Cupid draw his bow And fortify his breast behind the spacious shield. To wound the nymph, but laugh d out this reply. Nor fear to die; in vain you shun your fate, Nor can you shorten, nor prolong its date;

Proud and foolish! hear your fate!
For life's a measur'd race, and he that flies

Waste your youth, and sigh too late
From carts and fighting foes, at hone inglorious For joys which now you say you hate.
No grieriig crowds his obsequies attend; (dies; When : our decaying eyes
But all applaud and weep the soldier's end,

Can dart their fires no more,
Who, desperately brave, in light sustains

The wrinkles of threescore Inflicted wounds, and honourable stains,

Shall inake you rainly wise. And falis a sacritice to Glory's charms:

Proud and foolish! hear your fate! But if a just success shall crown his arins,

Waste your youth, and sigh too late
For his return the rescued people wait,

For joys which now you say you hate.
To see the guardian genius of the state;
With rapture viewing his majestic face,
His dauntless mien, and every martial grace,
They'll bless the toils he for their safety bore,

SONG.
Admire them living, and when dead adore.

Would you gain the tender creature,
Softly-gently-kindly--ircat her!

Sufiering is the lorer's part:
UNDER THE PRINT OF

Beauty by constraint possessing,
TOM BRITTON.

You enjoy but half the blessing,

Lifeless charms without the heart.
THE MUSICAL SMALL-COAL MAN.
Thorou

mean thy rank, yet in thy humble cell
Dil gentle Peace and arts unpurchas'ı dwell.
Well pleas'ıl .Ipollo thither led his train,
And Musie warbled in ber sweetest strain;

CUPID AND SCIRLATI.
Cyllenius so, as fables tell, and Jeve,

A CINTATA.
Came willing guests to voor Philemon's grove.
Ixt useless Pomp behold, and lush to find

SET BY MR. PEP'SCH.
So low a station, such a liberal mind.

Os silver Tyber's vocal shore,

The fam'd Scarlati strook luis lyre,
SONG.

And strove, with charnis unknown before,
THE FAIR TRAVELLER.

The springs of tuneful sound t'explore, Ix young Astrea's sparkling eye,

Beyond what Art alone could e'er inspire;

When see--the sweet essay to hear, Resistless Love has fix'd his throne;

Venus with her son drew near, A thousand lovers bleeding lie

And, pleas'd to ask the master's aid,
For her, with wounds they fear to own.

The mother goddess, smiling, said
While the coy beauty speeds her flight
To distant grores from whence she came;

Harmonious son of Phoebus, see,
So lightning vanishes from sight,

"Tis Love, 'tis little Love I bring. Bat leaves the forest in a flame!

The queen of beauty sues to thee,
To teach her wanton boy to sing.

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

A CANTATA.

RECITATILE,

SET BY MR. D. PURCELL.

AIR.

The pleas'd musician heard with jov,

And, proud to teach th'iminortal boy,
Diciall his songs and heavenly skill impart;

The boy, to recoinperise his art,

Repeating, did caci song improve,
And breath'd into bis airs the charnis of love,
And taught the master thus to touch the heart.

AIR,

Love, I defy thee!
Venus, I fly thee!
I'm of chaste Diana's train.

Away, thou winged boy!
Thou bear'st thy darts in vain,
I hate the languid joy,
I mock the trifling pain.
Love, I defy thee!
Vents, I fly thee!
I'm of chaste Diana's train.
VOL X

Lore inspiring,

Sounds persuarling,
Makis huis darts resistius: dy;

Beauty aiding,

Arts aspirin!';
Give their wings to rise muore higla.

D

AIR.

AIR.

A CANTATA.

The nymph look'd back, well pleas'd to set

That Damon ran as swift as she. SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY SIGXION NICOLINI HAYM.

Pastora tied to a shady grove;

Damon view'd her, Ye tender powers! how shall I move

And pursu'd her;
A careless maid, that laughs at love?

Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love.
Cupid, to my succour fly:
Come with all thy thrilling darts,
Thy melting flames to soften hearts;
Conquer for me, or I die!

A PASTORAL MASQUE.
Ye tender powers! how shall I move
A careless inaid, that laughs at love?

SCENE, A PROSPECT OF A WOOD.
Cupid, to my succour fly!

ENTER A SHEPHERD, AND SINGS.
RECITATIVE.

Ye nymphs and shepherds of the grove,
Thus, in a melancholy shade,

That know the pleasing pains of love,
A pensive lover to his aid
Invokd the god of warm desire;

Fager for th’expected blessing,
Love heard him, and, to gain the maid,

Sighing, panting for possessing! Did this successful thought inspire.

Leave your fiocks, and haste away,

With solemn state,

To celebrate
Take her humour, smile, be gay,

Cupid and Hymen's holiday.
In her favourite follies join,
That's the charın will make her thine.

Enter a band of shepherds on one side with gar. Cast thy serious airs away,

lands; on the other side, shepherdesses with Freely courting,

canisters of flowers. Toying, sporting, Soothe her houts with amorous play.

CHORUS. Take her humour, smile, be gay,

From the echoing hills, and the jovial plains, In her favourite follies join,

Where pleasure, and plenty, and happiness reigns; That's the charm will make her thine.

We leave our flocks, and haste away,

With solemn state

To celebrate

Cupid and Hymen's holiday.
PASTORA,
A CANTATA.

[A dance here ]
Scene opening discovers a pleasant bourr, with

the god of love asleep, attended by Cupids, RECITATIVE.

some playing with his bow, others sharpening Os fam'd Arcadia's flowery plains,

his arrows, &c. On each side the bower, walks The gay Pastora once was heard to sing;

of cypress trees, and fountains playing; a disClose by a fountain's crystal spring,

tant landscape terminates the prospect. She warbled out her merry strains.

Verse for a shepherdess, with flutes.
Shepherds, would you hope to please us,

See the mighty power of love,
You must every humour try;

Sleeping in a Cyprian grore !
Sometimes flatter, sometimes teaze us,

Nymphs and shepherds, gently shed
Often laugh, and sometimes cry.

Spices round his sacred head;
Shepherds, would you hope to plcase us,

On his lovely body shower
You must every humour try.

Leaves of roses, virgin lilies,
Soft denials

Cowslips, violets, daffodilies,
Are but trials,

And with garlands dress the bower.
You must follow when we fly.

Rittornel of futes. After which Cupid rises, and Shepherds, would you hope to plcase us,

sings, with his bow drawn. You musi every humour try.

Yield to the god of soft desires ! Damon, who long ador'd the sprightly maid,

Whosc intle influence inspires Yet never durst his love relate,

Every creature Resolv'd at last to try his fate;

Throughont nature He sigh'd !--she smild !--He kneeld and pray'J!

With sprightly joys and genial firest She fron n'ı;--he rose, and walk'd away,

Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs But, soon returning, look'd more gay, And sung and danc'd, and on his pipe a cheerful

Hail, thou potent deity! echo play'd.

Every creature

Throughout nature
WITH AN ECHO OF FLUTES,
Pastora fied to a siiady grove;

Owns thy power as well as we.
Damon vicw'd her,

Enter Hymen in a safíron-coloured robe, a chaplet
And pursu'd her;

of flowers on his head, and in his hand the Cupid laugh’d, and crown'd his love.

nuptial torch; attended by priestse

SET BY MR. PEPUSCII.

AIR.

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

HYMEN.

HYMEN.

This shining empress to array,
Behold a greater power than he,

When you present her all your train of Lores,
Behold the marriage deity!

Your chariot, and your murmuring doves,

Tell her she wants one charm to makť the rest more Chorus, by Hymnen's attendants.

gay, Behold the marriage deity!

Then, smiling, to th' harmonious beauty say:
CUPID, SMILING.

AIR.
Behold the god of household strife,

To a lovely face and air,
That spoils tbe happy lover's life,

Let a tender heart be join'd.
And turus a mistress to a wife!

Love can make you doubly fair;

Music's sweeter when you 're bind.
Fowlish an l inconstant boy!

To a lovely face and air,
Thine's a transitory joy;

Let a tender heart be join'd.
Sudden fits in Pleasure's fever;
Hymen's blessings last for ever.

CUPID
Hymen's bondage lasts for ever;

A FRAGMEVT.
Love's free pleasures failing never.

IN

every age, to brighter honours born,

Which loveliest nymphs and wectest bards adorn,
Lovels stolen pleasures, insincere,

Beauty and Wit each other's and require,
Purchas'd at a rate too dear,

And poets sing what once the fair inspire;
Shame and sorrow will destroy,

The fair for ever thus her charms prolong,
If Hymen license not the joy.

And live rewarded in the tuneful song.

Thus Sacharissa shines in Waller's lays,
BOTH TOGETHER.

And sie, who rais'd his genius, shares his praise. Then let us join hands and unite.

Each does in eachi a mutual life infuse,
Last Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs. Th’inspiring Beauty, the recording Muse.
Ilow happy, how happy, how happy are we,
Where Cupid and Hymen in consort agree!
We'll revei all day with sports and delight,
And Hymen and Cupid shall govern the night.

CLAUDIANUS.

HYMEN

A CAVTATA.

SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

RECITATIVE.

IN EPITHALAMIO HONORII ET MARIÆ.
Cunctatur stupefacta Venus. Nunc ora puellæ,
Nunc tavam niveo miratur rertice matrem.
Hæc modo crescenti, plenæ par altera lune:
Assurgit ceu foriè ininor sub matre virenti
Laurus: & ingentes ramos, olimque futuras
Promittit jam parva comas: vel flore sub uno,
Ceu gemine Pæstina rost per jugera regnant.
Hæc largo matura die, saturataque vernis
Roribus, indulget spatio: latet altera nodo,
Nec tcneris audet foliis adimittere soles.

TRANSLATED,

Vexus! thy throne of beauty now resign!

Behold on Earth a conquering fair,

Who more deserves Love's crown to wear!
Not thy own star so bright in Heaven does shine.
Ask of thy son her name, who with his dart

Has deeply grav'd it in my heart;
Or ask the god of tuneful sound,

Who sings it to his lyre,

And does this maid inspire
With his own art, to give a surer wound.

AIR.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet;
Could Narcissus see or hear her,
From his fountain he would fly,
And, with awe approaching near her,
For a real beauty die.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo larks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet.

RECITATIVE.
Yet, Venus, once again my suit attend;
And when from Heaven you shall descend,

Venus coming to a nuptial ceremony, and enter

ing the room, sees the bride and her mother
sitting together, &c. On which occasion Claudian

makes the following description.
The goddess paus'd; and, held in deep amaze,
Now views the mother's, now the daughter's facé;
Different in each, yet equal beauty glows,
That, the full moon, and this, the crescent shows:
Thus, rais'd beneath its parent tree, is seen
The laurel shoot, while, in its early green,
Thick-sprouting leaves and branches are essay'd,
And all the promise of a future shade.
Or, blooming thus, in happy Pæstan fields,
One common stock two lovely roses yields;
Mature by vernal dews, this dares display
Its leaves full blown, and boldly meets the day;
Tha , folled in its tender nouag, lies
A beauteous bud, nor yet admits the skies

A CANTATA.

SET BY MR. PEPUSCH.

AIR.

AN ODE IN PRAISE OF MUSIC
PERFORMED AT STATIONER'S HALL, 1703.
Descende Carlo, & dic age tibiâ,
Regina, longum, Calliope, nelos,
Seu voce nunc mavis acutâ
Seu tidibus Cytharâve Phæbi

Hora

Foolish Love! 1 scon) thy darts,
And all thy little wanton arts,
To captis

umnanly hearts. Shall a woman, prond and coy, Make me languish for a toy? Foolish Love! I scorn thy darts, And all thy little wanton arts, To captivate upmanly hearts.

RECITATIVE.

Thus Strephon mock'd the power of Love, and swore

His freedom he would still maintain,
Nor ever wear th' inglorious chain,

Or slavisily adore.
But when Lamira cross'd the plain,
The shepherd gaz'd, and thus revers'd his strain.

(Begin with a chorus.)
Awake, cælestial Harmony!
Awake, cælestial Harmony !
Turn thy vocal sphere around,
Goddess of melodious sound.
Let the trumpet's shrill voice,

And the drum's thundering noise,
Rouze every duli mortal from sorrows profound

See, see!
The mighty power of Harmony!
Behold how soon its charms can chase
Grief and gloom from every face!

How swift its raptures fly,
And thrill thro' every soul, and brighten every eye!

Proceed, sweet charmer of the ear!
Proceed; and through the mellow flute,

The moving lyre,
And solitary lute,
Melting airs, soft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lorer's prayer;

Joys to flatter dull Despair,
And softly sooth the amorous fire.

AIR.

Love, I feel thy power divine,
And blushing now my heart resign!
Ye swains, my folly don't despise;
But look on fair Lamira's eyes,
Then tell me if you can be wise.
Love, I feel thy power divine,
And blushing now my heart resign!

CHORUS.

THE SOLDIER IN LOVE.

A CANTATA.

SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY MR. PEPUSCH.

AIR.

Wy, too amorous hero! why

Dext thou the war forego, Ai Celia's feet to lie,

And sighing tell thy woe? Can you think that speaking air Fit to move th' unpitying fair? She laughs to see thice trifle so. Why, too amorous hero! why

Dost thou the war forego, At Celia's feet to lie,

And sighing tell thy woe?

Melting airs, soft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer;

Joys to tlatter dull Despair,
And softly sooth the amorous tires
Now let the sprightly violin
A louder strain begin;

And now
Let the deep-mouth'd organ blow,
Swell it high, and sink it low.

Hark! how the treble and base
In wanton fugues each other chase,
And swift divisions run their airy race!
Through all the travers'd scale they fly,

In winding labyrinths of harmony:
By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and die,

RECITATIVE.

CHORUS

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In winding labyrinths of harmony,

Through all the travers'd scale they flv: By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and die Ye sons of Art, once more renew your strains; In loftier verse, and loftier lays,

Your voices raise,

To Music's praise !
A nobler song remains.
Sing how the great Creator-God,

On wings of tiaming cherubs rode,
To make a world; and, round the dark aby,
Turn'd the golden compasses',
The compasses in l'ate's high storobouse fount;
“ Thus far extend," he said; "be this

O Worll, thy measurd bounil.”

· Milton

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

AIR.

Dlean while a thousand harps were play'd ou high;
Be this thy measur'd bound,”

The river's ochoing banks with pleasure did prolong
Was echo'd all around;

The sweetly-warbled sounds, and murmur'd with the * And now arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

Daphne fled swifter, in despair, (songs A thousand voices made reply,

To 'scape the god's embrace:
“ Arise, Fe Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

And to the genius of the place
What can Music's power control?

She sigh'd this wondrous prayer:
When Nature's sleeping soul
Perceiv'd th' enchanting sound,

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!
It wak'd, and shook off foul Deformity;

Let some sudden change invade me;
The mighty melody

Fix me rooted on thy shore.
Nature's secret chains unbound;

Cease, Apollo, to persuade me;
And Earth arose, and Seas, and Sky.

I am Daphne now no more.
Aloft expanded spheres were slung,

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!
With shining luminaries hung;

Let some sudden change invade me A tast Creation stood display'd,

Fix me rooted on the shore.
By Heaven's inspiring Music made.

RECITATIVE.
CHORUS.

Apollo wondering stood to see
O wondrous force of Harmony!

The nymph transform'd into a tree. Divinest art, whose fame shall never cease!

Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art, Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth;

His passion, and his race divine; When Heaven vouchsaf'd to treat with Earth,

Nor could th' eternal beams, that round his temples Music was herald of the peace:

Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart. (shine, Thy voice could best the joyful tidlings tell; Immortal Mercy! boundless Love!

Nature alone can love inspire;
A Goci descending from above,

Art is vain to inove desire.
To conquer Death and Hell.

If Nature once the fair incline,
There yet remains an hour of Fate,

To their own passion they resign. When Music must again its charms employ;

Nature alone can love inspire;

Art is vain to move desire.
The trumpet's sound
Shall call the numerous nations under ground.

The numerous nations straight
Appear; and soine with grief, and some with joy,
Their final sentence wait.

A THOUGHT IN A GARDEN.
GRAND CHORUS.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1704.
Then other arts shall pass away:

Delightful mansion! blest retreat! Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie,

Where all is silent, all is sweet! And Painting fade and die,

Here Contemplation prunes her wings, Nay Earth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay. The raptur'd Muse more tuneful sings, Music alone, and Poesy,

While May leads on the cheerful hours,
Triumphant o'er the flame, shall see

And opens a new world of flowers.
The world's last blaze.

Gay Pleasure here all dresses wears,
The taneful sisters shall embrace,

And in a thousand shapes appears. And praise and sing, and sing and praise,

Pursu'd by Fancy, how she roves
In never-ceasing choirs, to all eternity:

Through airy walks, and museful groves;
Springs in each plant and blossom'd tree,
And charms in all I hear and see!

In this elysiun while I stray,
APOLLO AND DAPIINE.

And Nature's fairest face survey,
A CANTATA.

Farth seems new-born, and life more bright;

Time steals away, and smooths his night;
SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

And Thought's bewilder'd in delight.

Where are the crowds I saw of late?
RECITATIVE.

What are those tales of Europe's fate?
DAPHNE, the beautiful, the coy,

Of Anjou, and the Spanish crown ; Along the winding shore of Peneus flew,

And leagues to pull usurpers down?
To shun Love's tender, offer'd joy;

Of inarching armies, distant wars;
Though 'twas a go:) that did her charms pursue. Of factions, and domestic jars?
While thus Apollo, in a moving strain, [pain. Sure these are last night's dreams, no more

; Anak'd his lyre, and softly breath'd his amorous Or some romance, read lately o'er;

Like Homer's antiqne tale of Troy, Fairest mortal! stay and hear;

And powers confederate to destroy Cannot Love, with Music join'd,

Priam's proud house, the Dardan name,
Tonch thy unrelenting inini?

With him that stole the ravish'd dame,
Tur thee, leave thy trembling fear; And, to possess another's right,
Tairest mortal! stay and hear;

Durst the whole world to arms excite.
Cannot Love, with Music join',

Come, gentle Sleep, my eye-lids close, Touch thy unrelenting mind?

These dull impressions help me lose ;

AIR.

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