While in more lengthen'd notes and flow Now louder and yet louder rise, And fill with spreading founds the skies; Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold notes, In broken air, trembling, the wild mufic floats; Till, by degrees, remote and fmall, By Mufic, minds an equal temper know, Warriors the fires with animated founds: Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds: Morpheus roufes from his bed, But when our country's cause provokes to arms How martial mufic every bofom warms! So when the first bold veffel dar'd the feas, High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his ftrain, While Argo faw her kindred trees But when thro' all th' infernal bounds, Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led O'er all the dreary coafts? Dreadful gleams, Dismal screams, Fires that glow, Shrieks of woc, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghosts; But hark! he ftrikes the golden lyre; Thy stone, O Sysiphus, stands ftill, Ixion refts upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance! The furies fink upon their iron beds, And fnakes uncurl'd hang lift'ning round their heads. By By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that blow O'er th' Elyfian flow'rs; By thofe happy fouls who dwell To hear the Poet's prayer: And gave him back the fair : Thus fong could prevail O'er death and o'er hell, A conqueft how hard, and how glorious! With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious, But foon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes; Now under hanging mountains, Befide the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in meanders, All alone, Unheard, Unheard, unknown, He makes his moan; And calls her ghost, He trembles, he glows, Amidst Rhodope's fnows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies; Hark! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals cries-. Yet even in death Eurydice he fung, Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue, Eurydice the woods, Eurydice the floods, Ah fee, he dies! Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung, Mufic the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's feverest rage disarm : And make despair and madness please: Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found, Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear : And angels lean from heav'n to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater power is giv’n; C His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell, Her's lift the foul to heav'n. CHA P. XXXIII ALEXANDER'S FEAST. "WAS at the royal feaft, for Perfia won, "TWAS By Philip's warlike fon : Aloft in awful state The god-like hero fate On his imperial throne : His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtle bound: So fhould defert in arms be crown'd. The lovely Thais by his fide Sat, like a blooming eaftern bride, In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride. None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. Timotheus plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The fong began from Jove; POPE A dra |