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plean while a thousand harps were play'd on high; )

RECITATIVE. “ Be this thy measur'd bound,"

The river's echoing banks with pleasure did prolong Was echo'd all around;

| The sweetly-warbled sounds, and inurmur'd with the " And now arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

Daphne fled swifter, in despair, (song. A thousand voices made reply,

To 'scape the god's embrace: “ Arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

And to the genius of the place What can Music's power control ?

She sigh'd this wondrous prayer: When Nature's sleeping soul

AIR. Perceiv'd th' enchanting sound,

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! It wak'd, and shook off foul Deformity;

Let some sudden change invade me; The mighty melody

Fix me rooted on thy sbore. Nature's secret chains unbound;

Cease, Apollo, to persuade me; And Earth arose, and Seas, and Sky.

I am Daphne now no more. Aloft expanded spheres were slung,

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! With shining luminaries hung;

Let some sudden change invade me; A vast Creation stood display'd,

Fix me rooted on thy shore. By Heaven's inspiring Music made.

RECITATIVE.

Apollo wondering stood to see O Fondrous force of Harinony!

The nympu transform'd into a tree. Divinest art, whose fame shall never cease!

Vain were his dyre, his voice, his tuneful art, Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth; |

His passion, and his race divine; When Heaven vouchsaf'd to treat with Earth,

| Nor could th'eternal beams, that round his temples Music was herald of the peace:

Melt the cuid virgin's frozen heart (shine, Thy voice could best the joyful tidings tell;

AIR. Immortal Mercy! boundless Love!

Nature alone can love inspire;
A God descending froin above,

Art is vain to move clesire.
To conquer Death and Hell.

If Nature once the fair incline,
There yet remains an hour of Fate,

To their own passion they resign.
When Music must again its charms einploy;

Nature alone can love inspire;
The trumpet's sound

Art is vain to move desire.
Shall call the numerous nations under ground.

The numerous nations straight
Appear; and some with grief, and some with joy,
Their final sentence wait.

A TIJOUGHT IN A GARDEV.
GRAND CHORUS.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1704
Then other arts shall pass away:

DELIGHTFUL mansion! blest retreat! Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie,

Where all is silent, all is sweet! And Painting fade and die,

Here Contemplation prunes her wings, Say Earth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay.

The raptur'd Muse more tuneful sings, Music alone, and Poesy,

While May leads on the cheerful hours,
Triumpoant o'er the flame, shall see

And opens a new world of flowers.
The world's last blaze.

Gay Pleasure here all dresses wears,
The tunetul sisters shall embrace,

And in a thousand shapes appears. And praise and sing, and sing and praise, Pursu'd by Fancy, how she roves la never-ceasing choirs, to all eternity.

Through airy walks, and museful groves;
Springs in cach plant and blossom'd tree,
And charms in all I hear and see!

In this elysium while I stray,
APOLLO AND DAPULVE,

And Nature's fairest face survey,
A CANTATA.

Farth seems new-born, and life more bright;

Time stcals away, and smoothis his flight;
SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

And Thought's bewilderd in delight.

Where are the crowds I saw of late?
RECITATIVE.

What are those tales of Europe's fatc?
DAPHNE, the beautiful, the coy,

Of Anjou, and the Spanish crown; Alcng the winding shore of Peneus flew,

And leagues to pull usurpers down? To shun Love's tender, offer'd joy;

Of marching armies, distant wars; Though 'twas a god that did her charms pursne. Of factions, and domestic jars?

While thus Apollo, in a moving strain, (pain. Sure these are last night's dreains, no more; Azak'd his lyre, and softly breath'd his amorous

Or some romance, read lately o'er;

Like liomer's antique tale of Troy,
Fairest mortal! stav and hear;

And powers confederate to destroy
Cannot Love, with Music join'd,

Priam's proud house, the Dardan name,
Touch thy unrelenting mind?

With him that stole the ravish'd dame,
Turn thee, leave thy trembling fear;

And, to possess another's right,
Fairest mortal! stay and hear;

Durst the whole world to arms excite.
Cannot Love, with Music juin'd,

Come, gentle Sleep, my cye-liels close,
Touch thy unrelenting raiud?

These dull impressions help me lose:

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Let Fancy take her wing, and find

But, cruel goddess ! when I find Some better dreams to sooth my mind;

Diana's coldness in your mind, Or waking let me learn to live;

How can I bear that fix'd disdain ? The prospect will instruction give.

My pleasure dies, and I but live in pain.
For see, where beauteous Thames does glide

AIR.
Serene, but with a fruitful tide;
Free from extremes of ebb and flow,

Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting,
Not swellid too high, nor sunk too low:

Will you touch the charmer's heart? Such let my life's smooth current be,

Sooth her breast to soft consenting, Till from Time's narrow shore set free,

Or remove from mine the dart! It mingle with th' eternal sea;

Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting, And, there enlarg'd, shall be no more!

Will you touch the charmer's heart?
That trifling thing it was before.

RECITATIVE.
But see! while to my passion voice I give,

Tli' applauded beauty, doubly bright,
A WISH, TO THE NEW YEAR, Seenis in the moving tale to take delight,

And looks as she would let me live;
1705.

And yet she chides, but with so sweet an air, Janus! great leader of the rolling year,

That while she love denies, she yet forbids despair. Since all that's past no rows can e'er restore,

AIR.
But joys and griefs alike, once hurry'd o'er,
No longer now deserve a smile or tear;

Fear not, doubting fair! t approve me;
Close the fantastic scenes-hut grace

Can you love me? With brightest aspects thy foreface,

Frown not, if you answer no; While Time's new offspring hastens to appear.

If you answer, frown not, no. With lucky omens guide the coming How's,

When again I ask, pursuing, Command the circling Seasons to advance,

If you'll stay and see my ruin? And form their renovated dance,

Fly—but let me with you go! With Rowing pleasures fraught, and bless'd by Blush not, doubting fair! t approve me; friendly powers.

Can you love me?
Thy month, 0 Janus! gave me first to know

Smile, and every fear forego!
A mortal's trifling cares below;
My race of life began with thee.
Thus far, from great misfortunes free,
Contented, I my lot endure,

AN ODE
Nor Nature's rigid laws arraign,
Nor spurn at common ills in vain,

FOR VOCAL AND INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC, Which Folly cannot shun, nor wise Reflection cure.

TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST NOBLE
But oh!--more anxious for the year to come,
I would foreknow my future Joom.

WILLIAM DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE.
Then tell me, Janus, canst thou spy

ANNO MDCCVII.
Events that yet in embryo lie
For mė, in 'Time's mysterious womb?

SET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH.
Tell me--nor shall I dread to hear,

A thousand accidents severe;
I'll fortify my soul the load to bear,
If Love rejected add not to its weight,

[Overture of soft Music.] To finish me in woes, and crush me down with Fate.

BRITANNIA.
But if the goddess, in whose charming eyes,
More clearly written than in Fate's dark book,

RECITATIVE.
· My joy, my grief, my all of future fortune lies; Ye generous Arts and Muses, join;

(flow, If she must with a less propitious look

· While down your cheeks the streaming sorrows Forbid my humble sacrifice,

Let murmuring strings with the soft voice combine
Or blast me with a killing frown;

T'express the melody of Woe.
If, Janus, this thou seest in store,

And thou, Augusta! rise and wait,
Cut short my mortal thread, and now

With decent honours, on the great;
Take back the gift thou didst bestow!

Condole my loss, and weep Devonia's fate.
Here let me lay my burthen down,
And cease to love in vain, and be a wretch no more.

AIR. WITH FLUTES.
Queen of cities! leave awhile

Thy beauteous smile,
A CANTATA.

Turn to tender grief thy joy.

From thy shore of Thames replying,
SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

Gentlest Echoes, fainting, dying,
While on your blooming charms I gaze,

Shall their sorrow too employ. Your tender lips, your soft enchanting eyes,

Queen of cities! leare awhile And all the Venus in your face,

Thy beauteous smile, Tmn tilld with pleasure and surprise:

Turn to tender grief thy joy.

AUGUSTA.

And, hated by all tyrants, chose
RECITATIVE,

The glory to have such his foes.” 'Tis Fame's chief immortality,

AUGUSTA, Britannia, to be mourn'd by thee.

RECITATIVE,
I know the loss; from midnight skies

Genius of Britain! give thy sorrows o'er:
Ill omens late did strike my eyes ;
Near the radiant northern car

A grateful tribute thou hast paid
I look'd, and saw a falling star.

To thy Devonia's noble shade;

Now vainly wecp the dead no more!
AIR.

For see-the duke and patriot still survives, Lands remote the loss will hear;

And in his great successor lives.
From rocks reporting,

BRITANNIA.
Seas transporting,
Will the wafted sorrow bear.

RECITATIVE,
Winds that fly

I own the new-arising light,
W’ill softly sigh,

I see paternal grandeur shine,
A star has left the British sphere.

Descending through th’ illustrious line, Lands remote, &c.

In the same royal favours bright.
BRITANNIA.

LAST DUETTO, WITH ALL THE INSTRUMENTS,
RECITATIVE.

BRIT. Gently smooth thy flight, O Time! Great George! whose azure emblems of renown

AUG. Smoothly wing thy flight, O Tine! Are the fair gifts of Britain's crown,

BOTH. And as thou, flying, growest olu, Patron of my illustrious isle !

Still this happy race behold Thou saw'st thy order late expressid,

In Britannia's court sublime. With added brightness, on Devonia’s breast;

BRIT. Lead along their smiling Hours ;
Meet the companion knight, and own him with a

Aug. Long produce their siniling Hours;
smile.
DUETTO

Botu, Blest by all auspicious powers.

BRIT. Gently sinooth thy Right, O Time! FOR BRITANNIA AND AUGUSTA.

AUG. Smoothly wing thy fight, O Tiine ! BEIT. To shade his peaceful grave,

BOTH. And as thou, flying, growest old, Let growing palms extend !

Still this happy race behold auc. To grace his peaceful grave,

In Britannia's court sublime.
Let hovering Lores attend !

Sto shade, &c.
Ho To grace, &c.
BRIT. And wakeful Fame defend,

EPILOGUE,
AUG, And grateful Truth commend
BOTH. The generous and the brave!

SPOKEN BY MR. MILLS, AT THE QUEEN'S THEATRE, ON

BIS BENEFIT-NICHT, FEBRUARY 16, 1709, A LITTLE AUGUSTA.

BEFORE THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUH's GOING FOR RECITATIVE.

HOLLAND Now shall Augusta's sons their skill impart,

WHETHER our stage all others docs excel And summon the dumb sister Art,

in strength of wit, we'll not presume to tell : In marble life to show

But this, with noble, conscious pride, we'll say, What the patriot was below. Here, let a weeping Cupid stand,

No theatre such glories can display;

Such worth conspicuous, beauty so divine, And wound himself with his own dart; "There place the ducal crown, the sword, the wand,

As in one British audience mingled shine.

Who can, without amazement, turn his sight, The mark of Anna's trust and his command.

And mark the awful circle here to-night?
AIR,

Warriors, with ever-living laurels, brought
Lofty birth and honours shining

From empires sav'd, from battles bravely fought, Bring a light on noble minds,

Here sit; whose matchless story shall adorn Every courtly grace combining,

Scenes yet unwrit, and charm e'en ages yet unborn. Every generous action joining,

Yet who would not expect such martial fire,
With eternal laurel binds.

That sees what eyes those gallant deeds inspire? Lofty birth and honours shining

Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim,
Bring a light on noble minds,

Both are her great prerogatives of fame;
BRITANNIA,

By both the Muses live, from both they catch their.

flame. . RECITATIVE.

Then as by you, in solid glory bright, Behold fair Liberty attend,

Our envy'd Isle through Europe spreads her light, And in Devonia's loss bewail a friend.

And rising honours every year sustain, See o'er his tomb perpetual lamps she lights, And mark the golden tract of Anne's distinguish'd Then, on his urn, the goddess writes:

reign; “ Preserve, o Um! his silent dust,

So, by your presence here, we'll strive to raise Who faithful did obey

To nobler heights our action and our plays; Princes like Anna, good and just,

And poets from your favours shall derive Yet scorn'd his freedom to betray;

That immortality they toast to give,

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WRITTEN

DIALOGUE DE L'AMOUR ET DU POETE. IN A WINDOW AT GREENHITHE.

T LE P. AMOUR, je ne veux plus aimer;

J'abjure à jamais ton empire: Great President of light, and Eye of day,

Mon cour, lassé de son martire, As through his glass you cast your visual ray,

A résolu de se calmer. And view with nuptial joys two brothers blest,

L'am. Contre moi, qui peut t'animer?
And see us celebrate the genial feast,

Iris dans ses bras te rapelle.
Confess, that in your progress round the spliere,
You've found the happiest youths and brightest

LE P. Non, Iris est une infidelle;

Amour, je ne veux plus aimer. beauties here.

L'am. Pour toi, j'ai pris soin d'enflamer

Le cour d'une beauté nouvelle;
Daphné.—LE P. Non, Daphné n'est que belle;

Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.
THE TOASTERS.

L'am. D'un soupir, tu peux désarmer
While circling healths inspire your sprightly wit,

Dirce, jusqu'ici si sauvage. And on each glass some beauty's praise is writ,

LE P. Elle n'est plus dans le bel age; You ask, my friends, how can my silent Muse

Amour, je ne veux plus aimer. To Montague's soft name a verse refuse?

L'AM. Mais si je t'aidois à charmer Bright though she be, of race victorious sprung,

La jeune, la brillante Flore.By wits ador'd, and by court-poets sung;

Tu rongis-vas-tu dire encore, Unmov'd I hear her person calld divine,

Amour, je ne veux plus aimer. I see her features uninspiring shine;

| LE P. Non, dieu charmant, daigne former A softer fair my soul to transport warms,

Pour nous une chaine eternelle;
And, she once nam'd, no other nyn.ph has charms.

Mais pour tout ce qui n'est point elle,
Amour, je ne veux plus aimer.

TOFTS AND MARGARETTA.
Music has learn'd the discords of the state,
And concerts jar with Whig and Tory hate.
Here Somerset and Devonshire attend
The British Tofts, and every note commend;
To native Merit just, and pleas'd to sce
We've Roman arts, from Roman bondage free:
There fam'd L'Epine does cqual skill employ,
While listening peers crowd to th' ecstatic joy:
Bedford, to hcar her song, his dice forsakes,
And Nottingham is raptur'd when she shakes:
Lull'd statesmen melt away their drowsy cares
Of England's safety, in Italian airs.
Who would not send each year blank passes o'er,
Rather than keep such strangers from our shore?

DIALOGUE FROM THE FRENCH

OF MONSIEUR DE LA MOTTE.
POET. No, Love-I ne'er will love again;

Thy tyrant empire I abjure:
My weary heart resolves to cure

Its wounds, and ease the raging pain.
LOTE. Fool! can t thou fly my happy reign?

Iris recals thee to her arms.
| POET. She's false- I hate her perjur'd charms;

No, Love ne'er will love again.
LOTE. But know, for thee I've toil'd to gain

Daphné, the bright, the reigning toast.
POET. Daphne but cominon eyes can boast;

No, Love- ne'er will love again.
LOVE. She who before scorn'd every swain,

Dircé, shall for one sigh be thine.
POET. Age makes her rays too faintly shine;

No, Love I ne'er will love again.
LOVE. But should I give thee charms t'obtain

Flora, the young, the bright, the gay!
I see thee blush-low, rebel, say,

No, Love---I ne'er will love again.
POET. No, charming god, prepare a chain

Eternal for that fair and me!

Yet still know every fair but she, • Pie vow'd I ne'er will love again.

: THE WANDERING BEAUTY, The Graces and the wandering Loves

Are fled to distant plains,
To chase the favns, or, deep in grores,

To wound almiring swains..
With their bright mistress there they stray,

Who turns her careless eyes
From daily triumphs; yet, each day,
Bebolds new triumphs in her way,

And conquers while she flies.
But see! implor'd by moving prayers,

To change the lover's pain,
Venus her harness'd doves prepares,

And brings the fair again.
Proud mortals, who this maid pursue,

Think you she'll e'er resign?
Cease, fools, your wishes to renew,
Till she gros flesh and blood like you,

Or you, like her, divine !

VENTS AND ADONIS.

A CANTATA.
SET BY MR. HANDEL.

RECITATIVE.
BEHOLD where weeping Venus stands!
What more than mortal grief can move

The bright, th’immortal queen of love?
] She beats her breast, she wrings her hands;

AIR.

And hark, she mourns, but mourns in vain,

RECITATIVE. Her beauteous, lov'd Adonis, slain.

Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy strain; The hills and woods her loss deplore;

The lovely scene false joy inspires: The Naiads hear, and flock around;

For look, thou fond, deliided swain,
And Echo sighs, with mimic sound,

A rising storin invades the main!
Adonis is no more!

The planet of the night,
Again the goddess raves, and tears her hair :

Inconstant, from thy sight
Then vents her grief, her love, and her despair,

Behind a cloud retires.
AIR.

Flora is tied; thou lov'st in vain :
Dear Adonis, Beauty's treasure,

Ah, foolish Strephon! change thy strain
Now my sorrow, once my pleasure;
O return to Venus' arins!

Hope beguiling,
Venus never will forsake thee;

Like the Moon and Ocean smiling,
Let the voice of Love o ertake thee,

Does thy easy faith betray;
And revive thy drooping charms.

Flora ranging,
RECITATIVE.

Like the Moon and Ocean changing,
Thus, queen of beauty, as the poets feign,

More inconstant proves than they. While tbou didst call the lovely stain;

Transform'd by heavenly power, The lovely spain arose a flower, And, smiling, grac'd the plain.

BEAUTY, And now he blooms, and now he fades;

AN ODE.
Venus and gloomy Proserpine

Fair rival to the god of day,
Alternate claim his charms divine;
By turns restor'd to light, by turns he seeks the

Beauty, to thy celestial ray
shades.

A thousand sprightly fruits we owe;

Gay wit, and moving eloquence,
AIR

And every art t'improve the sense,
Transporting joy,

And every grace that shines below.
Tormenting fears,

Not Phoebus does our songs inspire,
Reviving siniles,

Nor did Cyllenius form the lyre,
Succeeding tears,

'Tis thou art music's living spring;
Are Cupid's various trajn.

To thee the poet tunes his lays,
The tyrant boy

And, sweetly warbling Beauty's praise,
Prepares his darts,

Describes the power that makes him sing
With soothing wiles,
With cruel arts,

Painters from thee their skill derive,
And pleasure blends with pain.

By thee their works to ages live,
For ev'n thy shadows give surprise,
As when we view in crystal streams
The inorning Sun, and rising beams,

That seem to shoot from other skies.
CAVTATA.

Enchanting vision! who can be
PASTORAL.

l'nmov'd that turns his eyes on thice?

Yet brighter still thy glories shine,
SET BY DR. PEPUSCH,

And double charms thy power iinprove,

When Beauty, dress'd in smiles of Love,
RECITATIVE.

Grows, like its parent Heaven, divine !
YOUNG Strephon, by his folded sheep,
Sat wakeful on the plains;
Love hekl his weary eyes from sleep,
While, silent in the vale,

MYRA.
The listening nightingale,
Forgot her own, to hear his strains.

A CANTATA.
And now the beauteous queen of night,

SET BY DR. PFPUSCU.
Unelouded and serene,
Shels on the neighbouring sea her silver light;
The neighbouring sea was calm and bright;

Love frowns in beauteous Myra's eyes; The shepherd sung inspir'd, and blessid the lovely Ah, nymph! those cruel looks give o'er. scene.

While Love is frowning, Beauty dies,
AIR.

And you can charm no more.
While the sky and seas are shining,

RECITATIVE.
See, my Flora's charins they wear;

Mark, how, when sullen clouds appear,
Secret Night, my joys divining,

And wintry storins deface the year,
Pleas'd my amorous tale to hear,

The prudent cranes no longer stay,
Smiles, and softly turns her sphere.

But take the wing, and through the air,
While the sky and seas are shining,

Froin the cold region fly awuy,
See, my Flora's charms they wear. And far o'er land and seas to warmer climes repair

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