The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once opprefs'd, The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast. CHORUS. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once opprefs'd, The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast. VI. Now ftrike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of fleep afunder, And rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark! hark! the horrid found Has rais'd up his-head, As awak'd from the dead, And, amaz'd, he ftares around. Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise: See the fnakes that they rear, How they hifs in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghaftly band, Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were flain, And unbury'd remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they tofs their torches on high, And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile gods! And the king feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to deftroys To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. CHORUS. And the king feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. VII. Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, Timotheus, to his breathing flute Cou'd fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire. Inventrefs of the vocal frame; The fweet enthusiast, from her facred store, Or both divide the crown; He rais'd a mortal to the fkies; At laft divine Cecilia came, Inventrefs of the vocal frame; The fweet enthufiaft, from her facred store, And added length to folemn founds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Or both divide the crown; ODE ODE FOR MUSIC ON ST. CECILIA's DAY. This ode has by many been thought equal to the former. As it is a repetition of Dryden's manner, it is fo far inferior to him. The whole hint of Orpheus, with many of the lines, have been taken from an obfcure Ode upon Mufic, published in Tate's Mifcellanies. I. ESCEND, ye Nine! defcend and fing; The breathing inftruments infpire; Wake into voice each filent ftring, And fweep the founding lyre! In a fadly-pleafing train Let the warbling lute complain: The fhrill echoes rebound: While, in more lengthen'd notes, and flow, Gently feal upon the ear; Now louder, and yet louder rife, And fill with spreading founds the kies; Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold notes, And melt away, In a dying, dying fall. II. By Mufic, minds an equal temper know, Warriors fhe fires with animated founds; Morpheus rouzes from his bed, Lift'ning Envy drops her fnakes; III. But, when our country's caufe provokes to arms, How martial mufic ev'ry bofom warms! So, when the firft bold veffel dar'd the feas, While Argo faw her kindred trees Transported |