Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; To figh, to languish, and to die: III. Great god of love, why haft thou made And change the laws of ev'ry land? Where thou hadst plac'd fuch power before, Thou shouldft have made her mercy more, IV. When Chloris to the temple comes, I only am by Love defign'd To be the victim for mankind. ALEXANDER'S FEAST: O R, THE POWER of MUSIC, ΑΝ O DE, In Honor of St. CECILIA's Day 'TWA I. WA'S at the royal feaft, for Perfia won Aloft in awful ftate The godlike hero fate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound. (So fhould defert in arms be crown'd ́:) The lovely Thais, by his fide, 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, None but the brave deferves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. II. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the sky, And heavenly joys infpire. The fong began from Jove, Who left his blissful feats above, When he to fair Olympia prefs'd: And while he fought her fnowy breast: Then, round her flender waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign of the world. The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found, A present deity, they shout around: A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound : With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Affumes the god, And seems to shake the spheres. CHORUS. With ravish'd ears The monarch bears, Affumes the god, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the Spheres. III. The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician fung; He fhews his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus's bleffings are a treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. CHORU S. Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure, Drinking is the foldier's pleasure; Sweet the pleasure ; IV. Sooth'd with the found the king grew vain; And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain. The master saw the madness rife; He fung Darius great and good, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, And weltring in his blood; |