II. What paffion cannot Mufic raise and quell! Lefs than a God they thought there could not dwell That spoke fo fweetly and fo well. What paffion cannot Mufic raise and quell? III. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With fhrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark! the foes come; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The foft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whofe dirge is whifper'd by the warbling lute V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and defperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains, and height of paffion, But VI. But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The facred organ's praise? Notes infpiring holy love, Notes that wing their henly ways To mend the choirs above. VII. Orpheus could lead the savage race; But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher: As from the power of facred lays, And fung the great Creator's praise So when the laft and dreadful hour THE IV. The TEARS of AMYNTA, for the DEATH of DAMON. SONG. I. Na bank, befide a willow, ON Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta figh'd alone: From the chearlefs dawn of morning Till the dews of night returning, Joys are vanish'd, Damon, my belov'd, is gone! II. Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and fuch a lover; Oh! so true, fo kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon liv'd alone for me; Melting kiffes, Murmuring bliffes: Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we! III. Never fhall we curfe the morning, All All the joys he drain'd before: To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more. V. A SON G. I. YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, SYLVIA Felt an innocent warmth, as fhe lay on the green: She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast: She faw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing so close; By their praying and whining, And clafping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. II. Ah! fhe cry'd; ah! for a languifhing maid, By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kissing, And fighing and kiffing fo clofe. Cupid III. Cupid in fhape of a fwain did appear, And clafping and twining, And panting and wifhing, And fighing and kiffing, A And fighing and kiffing so close. VI. THE LADY'S SONG. I. Choir of bright beauties in spring did appear, All the nymphs were in white, and the fhepherds in green; The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen: I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away. II. While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our fhore, Forbear |