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Describe the groves beneath, the sylvan bowers, Her sighing lovers, who in crowds alore,
The river's winding train,and great Augusta's towers. Would wish thy place, did they not wish for more.

But see a living prospect drawing near What angels are, when we desire to know,
At once transports, and raises awful fear!

We form a thought by such as she below, Love's favourite band, selected to maintain

And thenceconclude they're bright beyond compare, His choicest triumphs, and support his reign. Compos'd of all that's goud, and all that's fair. Muse, pay thy homage here yet oh beware!

There yet remains unnam'd a dazzling throng And draw the glorious scene with artful care,

Of nymphs, who to these happy shades belong. For foolish praise is satire on the fair.

O Venus ! lovely queen of soft desires! Behold where bright Urania does advance, For ever dwell where such supply thy fires ! And lightens through the trees with every glance! May Virtue still with Beauty share the sway, A careful pleasure in her air is seen ;

And the glad world with willing zeal obey !
Diana shines with such a graceful mien,
When in her darling woods she's feign'd to rove,
The chase pursuing, and avoiding love.
At fiying deer the goddess boasts her aim,
But Cupid shows the nymph a nobler game.

Th' unerring shafts so various fiy around,
'Tis hard to say which gives the deepest wound;

TH' inspiring Muses and the god of Love, Or if with greater glory we submit,

Which most should grace the fair Molinda strove : Pierc'd by her eyes, her humour, or her wit.

Love arm'd her with his how and keenest darts, See next her charming sister, young and gay,

The Muses more enrich'd her mind with arts.

Though Greece in shining temples heretofore In beauty's bloom like the sweet month of May !

Did Venus and Minerva's powers adore, The sportful nymph, once in the neighbouring

The ancients thought no single goddess fit, grove, Surpris'd by chance the sleeping god of Love;

To reign at once o'er Beauty and o'er Wit; His head reclin'd upon a tuft of green,

Each was a separate claim; till now we find And by him scatter'd lay his arrows bright and keen;

The different titles in Molinda join'd. She tied his wings, and stole his wanton dart,

From hence, when at the court, the park, the play, Then, laughing, wak'd the tyrant lord of hearts;

She gilds the evening, or improves the day, He smild, and said " 'Tis well, insulting fair!

All eyes regard her with transporting fire,

One sex with envy burns, and one with fierce desire: Yet how you sport with sleeping Love beware!

But when withdrawn from public show and noise, My loss of darts I quickly can supply, Your looks shall triumph for Love's deity:

In silent works her fancy she employs, And though you now my feeble power disdain,

A smiling train of Arts around her stand, You once perhaps may feel a lover's pain.”

And court improvement from her curious hand. Though Helen's form, and Cleopatra's charms,

She, their bright patroness, o'er all presides, The boast of Fame, once kindled dire alarms;

And with like skill the pen and needle guides; Those dazzling lights the world no more must view,

By this we see gay silken landscapes wrought, And scarce would think the bright description true,

By that, the landscape of a beauteous thought : Did not that ray of beauty, more divine,

Whether her voice in tuneful airs she moves, In Mira's eyes by transmigration shine.

Or cuts dissembled flowers and paper groves, Her shape, her air, proportion, lovely face,

Her voice transports the ear with soft delight, And matchless skin contend with rival grace;

Her flowers and groves surprise the ravish'd sight:

Which ev'n to Nature's wouders we prefer;
And Venus' self, proud of th' officious aid,
With all her charms adorns th' illustrious maid.

All but that wonder Nature form'd in her.
But hark!#hat more than mortal sounds are

Be still, ye whispering winds, and moving trees!
A second Mira does all hearts surprise,

At once victorious with her voice and eyes.
Her eyes alone can tenderest love inspire,

Her heavenly voice improves the young desire.
So western gales in fragrant gardens play

Whilst thou art happy in a blest retreat,
On buds produc'd by the sun's quickening ray,

And free from care dost rural songs repeat, And spread them into life, and gently chide their Whilst fragrant air fans thy poetic fire, stay.

And pleasant groves with sprightly notes inspire, The court that skill, by which we're sure to die; (Groves whose recesses and refreshing shade The modest fair would fain our suit deny,

Indulge th' invention, and the judgment aid) And sings unwillingly with trembling fear,

I, midst the smoke and clamours of the town, As if concern'd our ruin is so near;

That choke my Muse, and weigh my fancy down, So generous victors softest pity know,

Pass my unactive hours;
And with reluctance strike the fatal blow.

In such an air, how can soft numbers flow,
Engaging Cynthia's arm'd with every grace; Or in such soil the sacred laurel grow?
Her lovely mind shines cheerful through her face, All we can boast of the poetic fire,
A sacred lamp in a fair crystal case.

Are but some sparks that soon as born expire. Not Venus star, the brightest of the sphere,

Hail happy Woods! harbours of Peace and Joy! Smiles so serene, or casts a light so clear.

Where no black cares the mind's repose destroy! O happy brother of this wondrous fair!

Where grateful Silence unmolested reigns, The best of sisters well deserves thy care;

Assists the Muse, and quickens all her strains,

Snch were the scenes of our first parents' love, I The poison'd shaft, the Parthian bow, and speas
In Eden's grores with equal flaines they strove, Like that the warlike Moor is wont to wield,
While warbling birds, soft whispering breaths of Which, pois'd and guided, from his ear

He hurls impetuous through the field; And murmuring streams, to grace their nuptials In vain you lace the helm, and heave iu vain the join'd.

All nature smild; the plains were fresh and green, He's only safe, whose armour of defence
Unstain'd the fountains, and the heavens serene. Is adamantine innocence.
Ye blest remains of that illustrious age !

If o'er the steepy Alps he go,
Delightful Springs and Woods! -

· Vast mountains of eternal snow, Alight I with you my peaceful days live o'er,

Or where fam'd Ganges and Hydaspes flow; You, and my friend, whose absence I deplore,

If o'er parch'd Libya's desert land, Calm as a gentle brook's unruffled tide

Where threatening from afar Should the delicious flowing minutes glide;

'Th' affrighted traveller Discharg'd of care, on unfrequented plains,

Encounters moving hills of sand; We'd sing of rural joys in rural strains.

No sense of danger can disturb his rest; No false corrupt delights our thoughts should move,

He fears no human force, nor savage beast; But joys of friendship, poetry, and love.

Impenetrable courage steels his manly breast. While others fondly feed ambition's fire, And to the top of human state aspire,

Thus, late within the Sabine grore, That from their airy eminence they may

While free from care, and full of love, With pride and scorn th' inferior world survey,

I raise my tuneful voice, and stray
Here we should dwell obscure, yet happier far than Regardless of myself and way,

A grizly wolf, with glaring eye,
View'd me unarın'd, yet pass'd unhurtful by.

A fiercer monster ne'er, in quest of food, · VERSES PRESENTED TO A LADY,

Apulian forests did molest;

Numidia never saw a more prodigious beast; WITH A DRAWING (BY THE AUTHOR) OF CUPID.

Numidia, mother of the yellow brood

Where the stern lion shakes his knotted mane, When generous Dido in disguise caress'd

And roars aloud for prey, and scours the spacious This god, and fondly clasp'd him to her breast, Soon the sly urchin storm'd her tender heart,

plain. And amorous flames dispers'd through every part. Place me where no soft brecze of summer wind In vain she strove to check the new-born tire,

Did e'er the stilen'd soil unbind, It scorn'd her weak essays, and rose the higher: Where no refreshing warmth e'er durst invade, In vain from feasts and balls relief she sought,

But Winter holds his unmolested seat, The Trojan youth alone employ'd her thought:

In all his hoary robes array'd,

[beat. Yet Fate oppos'd her unrewarded care;

And rattling storms of hail, and noisy tempeste Forsaken, scorn'd, she perish'd in despair.

Place me beneath the scorching blaze No such event, fair nymph, you need to fear,

Of the fierce Sun's immediate rays, Smiles, withont darts, alone attend him here;

Where house or cottage ne'er were seen, Weak and unarm'd, not able to surprise,

Nor rovted plant or tree, nor springing green;
He waits for influence from your conquering eyes. Yet, lovely Lalage, my generous tlame
Heaven change the omen, then; and may this prove Shall ne'er expire; I'll boldly sing of thee,
A happy prelude to successful love!

Charm'd with the music of thy name,
And guarded by the gods of Love and Poetry.



Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis neque arcu, &c.


Otium Divos rogat in patenti

Prensus Ægæo, &c.
Hencr., slavish Pear! thy Stygian wings display!
Thou ugly fiend of Hell, away!

Wiapp'd ju thick clouds, and shades of night,

INDULGENT Quiet! power serene, . To conscious sous direct thy fight! There brood on guilt, fix there a loath'd embrace,

Mother of Peace, and Joy, and Love!

O say, thou calm propitious queen,
And propagate vain terrours, frights,
Dreams, goblins, and imagin'd sprights,

Say, in what solitary grove,
Thy visionary tribe, thy black and monstrous race.

Within what hollow rock, or winding coll, Go, haunt the slave that stains bis hands in gore!

By human eyes unsien, Possess the perjur'dinind, and rack the usurer more,

Like some retreated Druid, dost thou dwell?

And why, illusive goddess' why, Than his oppression did the poor before.

When we thy mansion would surrond, ' Vainly: you feeble wretches, you prepare

Why dost thou lead us throug!ı enchanted ground, The glittering forgery of war:

| Tonock our vain research, and from our wishes ilye

The wandering sailors, pale with fear, 1 Thee shining wealth and plenteous joys surround, For thee the gods implore,

And, all thy fruitful fields around, When the tempestuous sea runs high,

Upnumber'd herds of cattle stray. And when, through all the dark benighted sky, Thy harness'd steeds with sprightly voice No friendly moon or stars appear

Make neighbouring vales and hills rejoice, To guide their steerage to the shore:

While smoothly thy gay chariot nies o'er the swift For thee the weary soldier prays;

measur'd way. Furious in fight, the sons of Thrace,

To me the stars, with less profusion kind,
And Medes, that wear majestic by their side

An humble fortune have assign'd, .
A full-charg'd quiver's decent pride,

And no untuneful lyric vein,
Gladly with thee would pass inglorious days,

But a sincere contented mind, Renounce the warrior's tempting praise, That can the vile malignant crowd disdain.

And buy thee, if thou might'st be sold, With gems, and purple vests, and stores of plunder'd

gold. But neither boundless wealth, nor guards that wait

Around the consul's honour'd gate,

Nor anti-chambers with attendants fill'd,
The mind's unhappy tumults can abate, Once, on a solemn festal day
Or banish sullen cares, that fly

Held by th’immortals in the skies,
Across the gilded rooms of state,

Flora had summon'd all the deities And their foul nests, like swallows, build

That rule o'er gardens, or survey Close to the palace-roofs, and towers that pierce the The birth of greens and springing flowers, " sky.

And thus address'd the genial powers. Much less will Nature's modest wants supply;

“ Ye shining Graces of my courtly train, And happier lives the homely swain, Who, in some cottage, far from noise,

The cause of this assembly know! His few paternal gooris enjoys,

In sovereign majesty I reign
Nor knows the so-vid lust of gain,

O'er the gay flowery universe below;
Nor with Fear's tormenting pain

Yet, my increasing glory to maintain,
His hovering steps destroys.

A queen I'll choose with spotless honour fair,

The delegated crown to wear. Vain man! that in a narrow space

Let me your counsel and assistance ask, At endless game projects the daring spear!

T” accomplish this momentous task.” For short is lifc's uncertain race: 'Then why, capricious mortal! why

The deities that stood around, Dust thon for happiness repair

At first return'da murmuring sound; To distant climates, and a foreign air?

Then said, “ Fair goddess, do you know Fool! from thyself thou canst not fly,

The factious feuds this must create, Thyself, the source of all thy care.

What jealous rage and mutual hate 30 flies the wounded staz, provok'd with pain, Among the rival flowers will grow? Bounds o'er the spacious downs in vain ;

The vilest thistle that infests the plain The feather'd torment sticks within his side.

Will think his tawdry painted pride And from the smarting wound a parple tide

Deserves the crown; and, if deny'd, Marks all his way with blood, and dyės the grassy

Perhaps with traitor-plots, molest your reign.” plain.

“ Vain are your fears, Flora reply'd, . But swifter far is execrable Care

"Tis fix'd-and hear how l’ll the cause decido. Than tags, or winds that through the skies

Deep in a venerable wood Thick-driving snows and gather'd tempests bear; Where oaks, with vocal skill endued, Pu: suing Care the sailing ship out-ilies,

Did wondrous oracles of old impart, Climbs the tall vessel's painted sides;

Beneath a little hill's inclining side, Nor leaves arm'd squadrons in the field,

A grotto's seen where Nature's art But with the marching horseinen rides,

Is exercis'd in all her smiling pride. Andriwells alike in courts and camps, and makes all Retir'd in this sweet grassy cell, placıs yield.

A lovely wood-nymph once did dwell. Then, since no state's completely blest,

She always pleas'd; for more than mortal fire ... Let's learn the bitter to allay

Shone in her eyes, and did her charms inspire; With gentle unirth, and wisely gay

A Dryad bore the beauteous nymph, a Sylvan was Enjoy at least the present day,

(her sire. And leave to Fate the rest.

Chaste, wise, devont, she still obey'j Nor with vain fear of ills to come

With humble zeal Heaven's dread commands, Anticipate th' appointed doom.

To every action ask'd our aid, . Soon did Achilles quit the stage,

And oft before our altars pray'd; The hero fell by sudden death;

Pure was her heart, and undetild her hands. While Tithon to a tedious wasting age

She's dead--and froin her sweet remains Drew his protracted breath. ,

The wondrous mixture I would take, And thus old partial Tine, my friend,

This much desired, this perfect flower to make. Perhaps, unask'd, to worthless me

Assist, and thus with our transformning pains,. Those hours of lengthen'd life may lend, We'll dignify the garden-beds, and grace our face Which die'll refuse ly thce. .

vourite plains."

Th' applauding deities with pleasure heard, | words, it may be proper to acquaint the public, And for the grateful work prepar'd.

that they are the first essays of this kind, and A busy face the god of Gardens wore;

were written as an experiment of int.oducing a Vertumnus of the party too,

sort of composition, which had never been na. From various sweets th’ exhaling spirits drew: turalized in our language. Those who are affectWhile, in full canisters, Pomona bore

edly partial to the Italian tongne will scarce alOf richest fruits a plenteous store;

low music to speak any other; but if reason may And Vesta promis'd wondrous things to do. be admitted to have any share in these entertainGay Venus led a lively train

ments, nothing is more necessary than that the Of smiles and graces: the plump god of Wine words should be understood, without which the From clusters did the flowing neciar strain, end of vocal music is lost. The want of this ocAnd filla large goblets with his juice divine. casions a common complaint, and is the chief, if

Thus charg'd, they seek the honour'd shade not the only reason, that the best works of Scar

Where liv'd and died the spotless maid. lati and other Italians, except those performed in On a soft couch of turf the body lay;

operas, are generally but little known or regarded Th’approaching deities press'd all around,

here. Besides, it may be observed, without any Prepar'd the sacred rites to pay

dishonour to a language which has been adorned In silence, and with awe profound.

by some writers of excellent genius, and was the Flora thrice bow'd, and thus was heard to pray.

first among the moderns in which the art of poetry “ Jove! mighty Jove! whom all adore,

was revived and brought to any perfection, that Exert thy great creative power!

in the great number of their operas, serenatas, Let this fair corpse be mortal clay no more;

and cantatas, the words are often much inferior to Transform it to a tree, to bear a beauteous flower"

the composition; and though, by their abounding Scarce had the goddess spoke, when see!

with vowels, they have an inimitable aptness and The nymph's extended limbs the form of branches

facility for notes, the writers for music have not

always made the best use of this advantage, or wear: Behold the wondrous change, the fragrant tree!

seem to, have relied on it so much as to have reTo leaves was turn'd her flowing hair;

garded little else; so that Mr. Waller's remark on And rich diffus'd perfumes regal'd the wanton air.

another occasion may be frequently applied to

them: Heavens! what new charm, what sudden light, Improves the grot, and entertains the sight! Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song. A sprouting bud begins the tree t'adorn;

Yet so great is the force of sounds well chosen The large the sweet vermilion flower is born!

and skilfully executed, that, as they can hide inThe goddess thrice on the fair infant breath'd,

different sense, and a kind of associated pleasure To spread it into life, and to convey

arises from the words though they are but mean; The fragrant soul, and every charm bequeath'd

so the impression cannot fail of being in propor'To make the vegetable princess gay:

tion much greater, when the thoughts are natural Then kiss'd it thrice: the general silence broke, And thus in loud rejoicing accents spoke.

and proper, and the expressions unaffected and

agreeable. Ye flowers at any command attendant here, Since, therefore, the English language, though Pay homage, and your sovereign Rose revere! inferior in smoothness, has been found not inca. No sorrow on your drooping leaves be seen ; pable of harmony, nothing would perhaps be want. Let all be proud of such a queen,

ing towards introducing the most elegant style of So fit the floral crown to wear,

music, in a nation which has given such generous To glorify the day, and grace the youthful year.” encouragements to it, if our best poets would someThus speaking, she the new-born favourite times assist this design, and make it their diversion

The transformation was complete; (crown'd, to improve a sort of verse, in regular measures. The deities with songs the queen of flowers did greet: purposely fitted for music, and which, of all the

Soft flutes and tuneful harps were heard to sound; modern kinds, seems to be the only one that can
While now to Heaven the well-pleas'd goddess fies now properly be called lyrics.
With her bright train, and reascends the skies. It cannot but be observed on this occasion, that

since poetry and music are so nearly allied, it is a
misfortune that those who excel in one are often

perfect strangers to the other. If, therefore, a SIX CANTATAS, OR POEMS FOR MUSIC, better correspondence were settled between the two AFTER THE MANNER OF THE ITALIANS.

sister arts, they would probably contribute to each

other's improvement. The expressions of harSET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH.

mony, cadence, and a good ear, which are said Non antè vulgatas per artes

to be so necessary in poetry, being all borrowed

from music, show at least, if they signify any Verba loquor socianda chordis.

thing, that it would be no improper help for a

poet to understand more than the metaphorical THE PREFACE,

sense of them. And on the other hand, a com

poser can never judge where to lay the accent of AS IT WAS PRINTED BEFORE THE MUSIC.

his music, who does not know, or is not made sen. TO THE LOVERS OF MUSIC.

sible, where the words have the greatest beauty

and force. MR. Pepusch having desired that some account. There is one thing in compositions of this sort should be prefixed to these cantatas relating to the which seems a little to want explaining, and that


is the recitative music, which many people hear
without pleasure, the reason of which is, perhaps, Lovely isle! so richly blest!
that they have a mistaken notion of it. They are

Beauty's palm is thine confess'd.
accustomed to think that all inusic should be air; Thy daughters all the world outshine,
and being disappointed of what they expect, they Nor Venus' self is so divine.
lose the beauty that is in it of a different kind. It Lovely isle! so richly blest!
may be proper to observe, therefore, that the re-

Beauty's palm is thine confessid citative style in composition is founded on that variety of accent which pleases in the pronunciation of a good orator, with as little deviation from

CANTATA II. it as possible. The different tones of the voice,

ALEXIS. in astonishment, joy, sorrow, rage, tenderness in affirmations, apostrophes, interrogations, and all

RECITATIVE. the varieties of speech, make a sort of natural

See, from the silent grove Alexis flies, music, which is very agreeable; and this is what

And seeks with every pleasing art is intended to be imitated, with some helps by the composer, but without approaching to what we

To ease the pain, which lovely eyes

Created in his heart. cail a tune or air; so that it is but a kind of im- 1

To shining theatres he now repairs, proved elocution or pronouncing the words in mu

To learn Camilla's moving airs, sical cadences, and is indeed wholly at the mercy

Where thus to Music's power the swain address'd his of the performer to make it agreeable or not, according to his skill or ignorance, like the reading


AIR. of verse, which is not every one's talent. This

Charming sounds! that sweetly languish, short accoun, may possibly suffice to show how

Music, O compose my anguish! properly the recitative has a place in compositions

Every passion yields to thee; of any length, to relieve the car with a variety,

Phæbus quickly then relieve me: and to introduce the airs with the greater ad

Cupid shall no more deceive me; As to Mr. Pepusch's success in these compo

I'll to sprightlier joys be free, sitions, I am not at liberty to say any more than

RECITATIVE. that he has, I think, very naturally expressed the

Apollo heard the foolish swain; sense of the words. He is desirous the public He knew, when Daphne once he lov'd, should be informed, that they are not only the first How weak, t'assuage an amorous pain, he has attempted in English, but the first of any | His own harmonious art had provid, of his works published by himself; and as he And all his healing herbs how vain. wholly submits them to the judgment of the lovers Then thus he strikes the speaking strings, of this art, it will be a pleasure to him to find, that Preluding to his voice, and sings. his endeavours to promote the composing of music

AIR. in the English language, after a new model, are Sounds, though charming, can't relieve thee; favourably accepted.

Do not, shepherd, then deceive thee,

Music is the voice of Love.
If the tender maid believe thee,

Soft relenting,

Kind consenting,

Will alone thy pain remove.


Whex Beauty's goddess from the ocean sprung,

Ascending, o'er the waves she cast a smile

On fair Britannia's happy isle,
And rais'd her tuneful voice, and thus she sung.

Hail, Britannia! hail to thee,
Fairest island of the sea !
Thou my favourite land shalt be.
Cyprus too shall own my sway,

And dedicate to me its groves;

Yet Venus and her train of Loves
Will with happier Britain stay.
Hail, Britannia ! hail to thee,
Fairest island of the sea !
Thou my favonrite land shalt be.

Britannia heard the notes diffusing wide,

And saw the power whom gods and men adore,
Approaching nearer with the tide,
And in a rapture loudly cry'd,

O welcome! welcome to my shorel


FRAGRANT Flora! haste, appear,

Goddess of the youthful Year!

Zephyr gently courts thee now:
On thy buds of roses playing,
All thy breathing sweets displaying,

Hark, his amorous breezes blow!
Fragrant Flora! haste, appear!
Goddess of the youthful Year!
Zephyr gently courts thee now.

Thus on a fruitful hill, in the fair bloom of spring,

The tuneful Colinet, his voice did raise,

The vales remurmur'd with his lays,
And listening birds hung hovering on the wing,
In whispering sighs soft Zephyr by him flew,
While thus the shepherd did his song renew. .

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