JOHN DRYDEN. Continued. ALEXANDER'S FEAST: OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC. An Ode in Honour of St. Cecilia's Day. 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So should desert in arms be crown'd) The lovely Thais, by his side, Sate, like a blooming eastern bride, In flower of youth and beauty's pride. None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. |