False in thy glass all objects are, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, XIX. SONG. FAREWELL, FAIR ARMIDA. FAREWELL, fair Armida, my joy and my grief, 10 XX. ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC. AN ODE, IN HONOUR OF ST CECILIA'S DAY. 1 '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 placed 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. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, 12 None but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. 2 Timotheus, placed on high 21 Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above When he to fair Olympia press'd: And while he sought her snowy breast: Then, round her slender waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, A present deity, they shout around, A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound: The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. CHORUS. With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. 3 The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung; Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets; beat the drums ; 4 Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Drinking joys did first ordain; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain. CHORUS. Bacchus' blessings are a 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; Changed his hand, and check'd his pride. Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, And weltering in his blood; 46 5 Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed ; The various turns of chance below; CHORUS. Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below; The mighty master smiled, to see Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying : Think, O think it worth enjoying: Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, |