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These scènes'—their story not unknown'Arise', and make again your
That tyranny shall quake to hear',
Bear witness', Greece', thy living page',
'Twere long to tell', and sad to trāce Each step from splendour to disgrāce'; Enough -10
-no foreign fõe could quell'
The Passions.-COLLINS. When Musick', heavenly maid', was young', While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft', to hear her shell, Thronged around her magick cell Exulting, trembling', raging', fainting', Possessed beyond the muse's painting" ; By turns they felt the glowing mind? Disturbed', delighted', raised, refined'; Till once', 'tis said', when all were fired', Filled with fury', rapt', inspired', From the supporting myrtles round', They snatched her instruments of sound'; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art', Each' (for madness ruled the hour') Would prove his own expressive power'. First, Fear', his hand', its skill to try',
Amid the chords bewildered laid', And back recoiled, he knew not why', E'en at
the sound himself had made'.
Next, Anger rushed'; his eyes on fire',
In lightnings owned his secret stings';
And swept', with hurried hand', the strings.
'Twas sad by fits', by starts 'twas wild'. But thou, O Hope', with eyes so fair',
What was thy delighted measure' ?'
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail'!
And', from the rocks', the woods', the vale', She called on echo still, through all the song';
And', where her sweetest theme she chose',
A soft', responsive voice was heard at every close';
Revenge impatient rose :
And', with a withering look”,
And ever and anon, he beat'
The doubling drum, with furious heat';
Dejected Pity', at his side',
Sad proof of thy distressful state':
And now it courted Love', now', raving', called on Hate'.
In notes by distance made more sweet',
And', dashing soft from rocks around',
Bubbling runnels joined the sound';
Round a holy calm diffusing,
Love of peace', and lonely musing', In hollow murmurs died away'.
But', Oʻ! how altered was its sprightlier tone',
Her bow across her shoulder flung,
The hunter's call', to faun and dryad known'
The oak-crowned sisters', and their chaste-eyed queen',
Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen',
Peeping from forth their alleys green':
He', with viny crown advancing',
Whose sweet', entrancing voice he loved the best :
They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids',
To some unwearied minstrel dancing',
Loose were her tresses seen', her zone unbound';
As if he would the charming air repay',
AN ODE FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY.-DRYDEN. 'Twas' .. at the royal feast, for Persia' .. won'
By Philip's warlike son':-
His valiant peers' .. were placed around',
So should desert in arms be crowned'.
Happy', happy', happy' .. pair'!
None .. but the brave',
Amid the tuneful choir',
With flying fingers touched the lyre':
And heavenly joys inspire'.
When he to fair Olympia' .. pressed',
The list’ning crowd'.. admire the lofty sound'; A present deity, they shout around";
A present deity', the vaulted roofs' , . rebound'.
With ravished ears' .. the monarch bears';
Assumes the god'; affects to nod';
He shows his honest face';
Bacchus', ever fair and ever young',
Bacchus' blessings' .. are a treasure';
Rich' ., the treasure' ;
Sweet' .. the pleasure':. Sweet'.. is pleasure' .. after pain'.
Soothed with the sound', the king grew vain";
Fought all his battles o'er again'; And thrice he routed all his foes', and thrice he slew the slain'.
The master saw the madness rise';
And', while he heaven and earth defied',
He chose a mournful muse',
By too severe a fate',
Fallen' .. from his high estate',
With downcast look’.. the joyless victor sar,
The various turns of fate below';
And tears' .. began to flow'.
Softly sweet', in Lydian measures',
Never ending', still beginning';
If the world be worth thy winning',
Lovely Thais' . . sits beside thee';
Take the good' . . the gods provide thee': The many' .. rend the skies with loud applause'; So', love' .. was crowned'; but musick'.. won the cause'. The prince', unable to conceal his pain',
Gazed on the fair
Who caused his care';
Sighed, and looked'; and sighed again':
Has raised up his head”,
As awaked from the dead;
And', amazed', he stares around'. Revenge' revenge'! Timotheus cries :
See the furies arise';
See the snakes that they rear',
How they hiss in their hair',
Behold a ghastly band',
Each a torch in his hand'!
And', unburied', remain'
Inglorious on the plain'.
Behold' how they toss their torches on high'!
How they point to the Persian abodes',
Thais' .. led the way',
To light him to his prey';
Thus', long ago',
And sounding lyre',
At last .. divine Cecilia came',
Inventress of the vocal frame',
Enlarged the former narrow bounds',
Let old Timotheus' .. yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown':