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And sighed and looked, sighed and looked,

Sighed and looked, and sighed again;
At length, with love and wine at once oppressed,
The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast.

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CHORUS.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gazed on the fair

Who caused his care,
And sighed and looked, sighed and looked,

Sighed and looked, and sighed again ;
At length, with love and wine at once oppressed,
The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast.

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Now strike the golden lyre again ;
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark, the horrid sound

Has raised up his head;

As awaked from the dead,
And amazed, he stares around. .
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the Furies arise ;
See the snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand !
Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unburied remain
Inglorious on the plain :
Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.
Behold how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
The princes applaud with a furious joy;
And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

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And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

Thus long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learned to blow,

While organs yet were mute,
Timotheus, to his breathing flute

And sounding lyre,
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prizey)

Or both divide the crown :
| He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

din.. GRAND CHORUS.
At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown :
He raised a mortal to the skies ;

She drew an angel down.

A SONG.*

Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,
I would not die, nor dare complain :
Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To souls oppressed, and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain this kind relief;
That music should in sounds convey
What dying lovers dare not say.

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A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,
But love on pity cannot live.

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Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.
Tell her my pains so fast increase,
That soon they will be past redress;
But ah! the wretch, that speechless lies, 15

Attends but death to close his eyes. * This song appears in the folio edition of Dryden's Poems published by Tonson in 1701. ROUNDELAY.*

Chloe found Amyntas lying,

All in tears, upon the plain, Sighing to himself, and crying,

* Wretched I, to love in vain ! “ Kiss me, dear, before my dying ;

“ Kiss me once, and ease my pain.”

Sighing to himself, and crying,

“ Wretched I, to love in vain ! “Ever scorning, and denying

“ To reward your faithful swain : “ Kiss me, dear, before my dying ;

“Kiss me once, and ease my pain !

“Ever scorning, and denying

“ To reward your faithful swain.” Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he loved in vain. “Kiss me, dear, before my dying; “ Kiss me once, and ease my pain !"

4 Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him that he loved in vain ; But repenting, and complying,

When he kissed, she kissed again : Kissed him up before his dying ;

Kissed him up, and eased his pain.

THE FAIR STRANGER."

A SONG.

HAPPY and free, securely blest,
No beauty could disturb my rest ;
My amorous heart was in despair,
To find a new victorious fair :

* Printed in Dryden's third volume of "Miscellany Poems," 1693.

+ This song first appeared in "A New Miscellany of Original Poems" by various authors, published in 1701, but it is not printed in Tonson's folio edition of that year. Derrick said that the fair stranger" was Charles II.'s famous mistress, Louise de Querouailles, Duchess of Portsmouth, who came over from France with the Duchess of Orleans in 1671: but there is no authority for this statement, and Dryden's friend Mulgrave spoke disrespectfully of the Duchess in his “Essay on Satire," and Dryden himself did so in "Absalom and Achitophel," where she is called Bathsheba. It is more likely that the fair stranger was James II.'s queen, Mary of Modena ; or if it must be a high personage, it may have been the Duchess of Mazarin. But there is no proof that the song was composed in honour of any great lady.

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* Printed in the fifth volume of “Miscellany Poems," published after Dryden's death, 1904.

A SONG.*

High state and honours to others impart,

But give me your heart;
That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.
So gentle a love, so fervent a fire,

My soul does inspire ;
That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.
Your love let me crave ,
Give me in possessing

So matchless a blessing ;
That empire is all I would have.

Love's my petition,
All my ambition ;
If e'er you discover
So faithful a lover,
So real a flame,
I'll die, I'll die,
So give up my game.

THE SECULAR MASQUE.T

Enter JANUS.

JANUS.
CHRONOS, Chronos, mend thy pace :
An hundred times the rolling sun
Around the radiant belt has run

In his revolving race.
Behold, behold, the goal in sight;

Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight. * Printed in the fifth volume of “Miscellany Poems," published after Dryden's death, 1904. In the edition of the “Miscellany Poems" of 1716 (vol. ii.) it is printed with the title, “An Ayre on a Ground," with some alterations in the text, and a different arrangement of the lines.

A representation was arranged at the Theatre Royal for Dryden's benefit on March 25, 1700, only a few weeks before his death. He died on May 1. Beaumont and Fletcher's play of "The Pilgrim" was acted, altered for the occasion by Sir John Vanbrugh; and Dryden wrote this "Secular Masque," which was set to music, for the same occasion, and also contributed for "The Pilgrim," a Prologue and Epilogue and a Dialogue to be sung in the play. The Dialogue here follows the “Secular Masque :” the Prologue and Epilogue are printed at the end of the next division : all these pieces were published in June, after Dryden's death, with this title: "The Pilgrim, a Comedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal in Drury Lane, written originally by Mr. Fletcher, and now very much altered, with several additions, likewise, a Prologue, Epilogue, Dialogue, and Masque, written by the late great poet, Mr. Dryden, just before his death, being the last of his works. Printed for Benjamin Tooke, near the Middle Temple Gate in Fleet Street, 1700.” “The moral of this emblematical representation," says Scott, "is sufficiently intelligible. By the introduction of the deities of the chase, of war, and changes of the seventeenth century, the poet alludes to the sylvan sports of James I., the bloody wars of his son, and the licentious gallantry which reigned in the courts of Charles II. and James his successor."

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