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Transported demi-gods ftood round,
Each chief his fev'n-fold fhield display'd,
And feas, and rocks, and skies rebound
To arms, to arms, to arms!
But when thro' all th' infernal bounds,
Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led
What founds were heard,
What scenes appear'd,
O'er all the dreary coafts!!
Fires that glow,,
Shrieks of woe,
And cries of tortur'd ghofts!
But hark! he strikes the golden lyre ;:
Thy ftone, O Sifyphus, ftands ftill,
And the pale spectres dance!
The furies fink upon their iron beds,
And fnakes, uncurl'd, hang list'ning round their heads.
By the ftreams that ever flow,
He fung, and Hell confented
To hear the Poet's prayer;
gave him back the fair. Thus fong could prevail
O'er death, and o'er hell,
A conqueft how hard and how glorious?
Tho' fate had faft bound her
With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious.
But foon, too soon, the lover turns his
Again fhe falls, again fhe dies, the dies!
Now under hanging mountains,
Befide the falls of fountains,
Or where Hebrus wanders,
He makes his moan;
Amidst Rhodope's fnows:
See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies ; Hark! Hæmus refounds with the Bacchanals criesAh fee, he dies!
Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung,
Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue,
Eurydice the woods,
Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung..
Mufic the fierceft grief can charm,
And fate's feverest rage difarm:
Mufic can foften pain to ease,
And make defpair 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 sound.
These are Mr. Gay's principal performance. They were originally intended, I fuppofe, as a bur lefque on those of Philips; but, perhaps without defigning it, he has hit the true spirit of pastorals poetry. In fact, he more resembles Theocritus than any other English paftoral writer whatsoever. There runs through the whole a strain of ruftic pleasantry which should ever distinguish this fpecies of compofition; but how far the an tiquated expreffions used here may contribute to the humour, I will not determine; for my own part, I could wish the fimplicity were preserved,. without recurring to fuch obfolete antiquity for the manner of expreffing it..