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Let Fancy take her wing, and find
But, cruel goddess ! when I find Som better dreams to sooth my mind;
Diana's coldness in your mind, O, waking lei mo learn to live;
How can I bear that fix'd disdain ? The girns het will lastruction give.
My pleasure dies, and I but live in pain 1.23.ba us Thymes does glide Serene. wils a iritsui tiut, Fr rute extremes of ebb and tow,
Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting, -11d too high, nor sunk too low:
Will you touch the charmer's heart? Suci my lite's smooth curreni be,
Sooth her breast to soft consenting, T!!! from Time's narrow shore set free,
Or remove from mine the dart ! It ringle with th' (ternal sea;
Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting, And, there enlarg'?', shall be no more
Will you touch the charmer's heart? That tritling thing it was before.
But see! while to my passion voice I give,
Th’applauded beauty, doubly bright,
And looks as she would let me live;
And yet she chides, but with so sweet an air, Janus! great leader of the rolling year, That while she love denies, she yet forbids despair Since all that's past no vows can e'er restore, But joys and griefs alike, once hurry'd o'er, No longer nou deserve a smile or tear;
Fear not, doubting fair! t approve me i Close the fantastie scenes-but grace
Can you love me? With brightest aspects thy foreface,
Froun not, if you answer no; While Time's new oilspring hastens to appear. If you answer, frown not, no, With lucky omens guide the coming Hours,
When again I ask, pursuing, Cominand the circling Seasons to advance,
If you'll stay and see my ruin? And forin their renovated dance,
Fly--but let me with you go! With flowing pleasures fraught, and bless'd by
Blush not, doubting fair! t approve mci friendly powers.
Can you love me?
Smile, and every fear forego!
FOR VOCAL AND INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC, Which Folly cannot shun, nor wise Redection cure.
TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST NOBLE But oh!--more anxious for the year to
come, I woulil foreknow my future doom,
WILLIAM DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE, Then tell me, Janus, canst thou spy Events that yet in enabryo lie For me, in Time's mysterious womb?
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH,
A thousand accidents severe;
[Overture of soft Music] To fimsh me in woes, and crush me down with Fate.
Ye generous Arts and Muses, join;
Thow, If she inust with a less propitious look
While down your cheeks the streaming sorrows Forbid my humble sacritice,
Let murmuring strings with the soft voice combine Or blast me with a killing frown;
T” express the melody of Woe.
And thou, Augusta! rise and wait,
With decent honours, on the great ;
Condole my loss, and weep Devonia's fate,
Queen of cities! leare awhile
Thy beautcous sinile,
Turn to tender grief thy joy.
From thy shore of Thames replying,
Gentlest Echoes, fainting, dying,
Shall their sorrow too employ.
Queen of cities! leave awhile And all the Venus in your face,
Thy beauteous smile, I'm tilld with pleasure and surprise:
Turn to tender grief thy jor,
And, hated by all tyrants, chose
The glory to have such his foes.”
Genius of Britain! give thy sorrows o'er :
A grateful tribute thou hast paid
To thy Devonia's noble shade;
Now vainly weep the dead no more!
For see-the duke and patriot still survives,
And in his great successor lives.
I own the new-arising light,
I see paternal grandeur shine,
Descending through th' illustrions line, Lands remote, &c.
In the same royal favours bright.
LAST DUETTO, WITH ALL THE INSTRUMENTS.
BRIT. Gently smooth thy flight, O Time!
Smoothly wing thy tiight, 0 Tine!
BOTH. And as thou, flying, growest old,
Still this happy race behold Thou saw'st thy order late express'd,
In Britannia's court sublime. With added brightness, on Devonia's breast;
BRIT. Lead along their smiling Ilours ; Meet the companion knight, and own him with a
Long produce their siniling Hours; smile.
BOTH, Blest by all auspicious powers.
BRIT. Gently simooth thy flight, O Time!
Smoothly wing thy flight, O Time!
BOTH. And as thou, flying, growest old,
Still this happy race behold
In Britannia's court sublime,
To grace, &c.
SPOKEN BY MR. MILLS, AT THE QUEEN'S THEATRE, ON
HIS BENEFI'T-NIGHT, FEBRUARY 16, 1709, A LITTLE
Whether our stage all others dors excel
In strength of wit, we'll not presume to tell:
But this, with noble, conscious pride, we'll say,
No theatre such glories can display;
Such worth conspicuous, beauty so divine,
As in one British audience mingled shine. The mark of Anna's trust and his command,
And mark the awful circle here to-night?
Warriors, with ever-living laurels, brought Lofty birth and honours shining
From empires sard, from battles bravely fought, Bring a light on noble minds,
Here sit; whose matchless story shall adorn Every courtly grace combining,
Scenes yet unwrit, and charm e'en ages yet unborn. Every generous action joining,
Yet who would not expect such martial fire,
That se's what eyes those gallant deeds inspire ? Lofty birth and honours shining
Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim,
Both are her great prerogatives of fame;
By both the Muses live, from both they catch their
Then as by you, in solid glory bright, Behold fair Liberty attend,
Our envy'd Isle through Europe spreads her light, And in Devonia's loss bewail a friend,
And rising honours every year sustain, See o'er his tomb perpetual lamps she lights, And mark the golden tract of Anne's distinguish'd Then, on his urn, the goddess writes:
reign; “ Preserve, O Urn! his silent dust,
So, by your presence here, we'll strive to raise Who faithful did obey
To nobler heights our action and our plays; Princes like Anna, good and just,
And poets from your favours shall derive Yet scorn'd his freedom to betray;
That immortality they boast to give.
IN A WINDOW AT GREENHITHE. Great President of light, and Fye of day, As through this glass you cast your visual ray, And view with nuptial joys two brothers blest, And see us celebrate the genial feast, Confess, that in your progress round the sphere, You've found the happiest youths and brightest
DIALOGUE DE L'AMOUR ET DU POETE.
Jabjure à jamais ton empire:
A résolu de se calmer.
Iris dans ses bras te rapelle.
Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.
Le cour d'une beauté nouvelle;
|--LE P. Non, Daphné n'est que belle; Amour, je ne veux plus aimer. L'Am. D'un soupir, tu peux désarmer
Dircé, jusqu'ici si sauvage.
Amour, je ne veux plus ainer.
La jeune, la brillante Flore.-
Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.
Pour nous une chaine eternelle;
THE TOASTERS. WHILE
Hile circling healths inspire your sprightly wit, And on each glass some beauty's praise is writ, You ask, my friends, how can my silent Muse To Montague's soft name a verse refuse? Bright though she be, of race victorious sprung, Ky wits ador'd, and by court-poets sung; Unmov'd I hear her person call'd divine, I see her features uninspiring shine; A softer fair my soul to transport warms, And, she once uam'd, no other nymph has charms.
TOFTS AND MARGARETTA. Music has learn'd the discords of the state, And concerts jar with Whigs and Tory hate. Hlere Somerset and Devonshire attend The British Tofts, and every note commend; To native Merit just, and pleas’d to see We're Roman arts, froin Roman bondage free: There fam'd L'Epine does equal skill employ, While listening peers crowd to th' ecstatic joy: Bedford, to hear her song, his dice forsakes, And Nottingham is raptur'd when she shakes: Lullid statesmen melt away their drowsy cares Of Englaul's safety, in Italian airs. Who would not send cach year blank passes o'er, Rather than keep such strangers from our shore?
DIALOGUE FROM THE FRENCHI
OF MONSIEUR DE LA MOTTE.
Thy tyrant empire I abjure :
Its wounds, and ease the raging pain. LOVE. Fool! can t thou fly my happy reign?
Iris recals thee to her arms. POET. She's false-I hate her perjur'd charms;
No, Lovel ne'cr will love again. LOVE. But know, for thee P've toild to gain
Daphiné, the bright, the reigning toast. POET. Daphné but common eyes can boast;
No, Love- ne'er will love again. LOVE. She who before scorn'd every swain,
Dircé, shall for one sigh be thine. Port. Age makes her rays too faintly shine;
No, Love-I ne'er will love again.
Flora, the young, the bright, the gay!
No, Love--I ne'er will love again.
Eterual for that fair and ine!
TIE WANDERING BEAUTY. The Graces and the wandering Loves
Are fled to distant plains,
To wound adıniring swains.
Who turns her careless eyes
And conquers while she flies.
To change the lover's pain,
And brings the fair again.
Think you shelle'er resiun?
Or you, like her, divine!.
L’ENUS AND ADONIS
SET BY MR. HANDEL.
Bunold u bere weeping Venus stands !
And hark, she mourns, but mourns in vain,
RECITATIVE, Her beauteous, lov'd Adonis, slain.
Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy strain; The hills and woods her loss deplore;
The lovely scene false joy inspires : The Naiads hear, and Rock around;
For look, thou fond, deluded swain, And Echo sighs, with mimic sound,
A rising storm invades the main! Adonis is no more!
The planet of the night, Again the goddess raves, and tears her hair:
Inconstant, from thy sight Then vents her grief, her love, and her despair. Behind a cloud retires.
Flora is filed; thou lov'st in vain :
Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy straice
Like the Moon and Ocean smiling,
Does thy easy faith betray;
Like the Moon and Ocean changing,
More inconstant proves than they,
Transforin'd by heavenly power,
Fair rival to the god of day,
A thousand sprightly fruits we owe;
Gay wit, and moving eloquence,
And every art t'improve the sense,
And every grace that shines below.
Not Phoebus does our songs inspire,
Nor did Cyllenius forın the lyre,
'Tis thou art music's living spring;
To thee the poet tunes his lays,
And, sweetly warbling Beauty's praise,
Describes the power that makes him sing:
Painters from thee their skill derive,
By thee their works to ages live,
That seem to shoot from other skies.
Enchanting vision! who can be
Unmov'd that turns his eyes on thee?
Grows, like its parent Heaven, divine!
Unclouded and serene,
The neighbouring sea was calm and bright; Love frowns in beauteous Myra's eyes;
Ah, nymph! those cruel looks give o'er.
While Love is frowning, Beauty dies,
And you can charm no more.
Mark, how, when sullen clouds appear, Secret Night, my joys divining,
And wintry storins deface the year,
The prudent cranes no longer stay,
But take the wing, and through the air, While the sky and seas are shining,
From the cold region fly away,
SET BY DR. PEPUSCH.
SET BY DR. PEPUSCU,
Just so, my heart-But seems
While, loud with conquest and with wine, She smiles--I will not, cannot go.
His jolly troop around him reel'd along,
And taught the vocal skies to join
In this applauding song.
Bacchus, ever gay and young,
First did drinking joys ordain:
1. Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
2. Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
1. Rich the treasure!
2. Sweet the pleasure !
POTH. Sweet is pleasure after pain !
Fir'd with the sound, the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again,
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY,
slew the slain.
The master saw the madness rise,
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he Heaven and Earth defy'd,
He chose a mournful Muse,
Soft pity to infuse;
(pride, 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won
Then thus he chang'd his song, and check'd his
See Darius great and good,
By too severe a fate,
Fall'n from his high estate: Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound.
Behold his flowing blood !
On earth th' expiring monarrh lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, None but the brave deserves the fair!
Revolving in his alter'd soul
The various turns of chance below;
And, now and then, a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow,
The mighty master smild to see
That Love was in the next degree,
'Twas but a kindred sound to move,
For Pity melts the mind to Love,
Softly sweet in Lydian measures, (Such is the power of inighty Love!)
Soon he sooth’d his soul to pleasures. A dragon's fiery form bely'd the yod;
WITH FLUTES, Sublime on radiant spires he rode,
War is toil and trouble, When he to fair Olympia pressid,
Honour is an airy bubble,
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying,
If the world be worth thy winning, the world. The listening crowd adore the lofty sound,
Think, ( think it, worth enjoying; A present deity, they shout around:
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee
The prince anable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair,
Who caus'd his care,
And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and lookid,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again:
At length, with Love and Wine at once oppressid, RECITATIVE.
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breasta The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung,
1. Phæbus, patron of the lyre,
2. Cupid, god of soft desire, He shows his honest face ;
[rode, 1. Cupid, god of soft desire, As when, by tigers drawn, o'er India's plains he 2. Phæbus, patron of the lyre,