IV. Chloe, laughing at his crying, A SONG. 1. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, II. A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, Attends but death to close his eyes. A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING. I. ASK not the cause, why sullen spring And winter storms invert the year? II. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye; To sigh, to languish, and to die. III. Great god of love, why hast thou made And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst placed such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more. IV. When Chloris to the temple comes, ALEXANDER'S FEAST, OR THE POWER OF MUSIC; AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST CECILIA'S DAY. This celebrated Ode was written for the Saint's Festival in 1697, when the following stewards officiated: Hugh Colvill, Esq.; Capt. Tho mas Newman; Orlando Bridgeman, Esq.; Theophilus Buller, Esq.; Leonard Wessell, Esq.; Paris Slaughter, Esq.; Jeremiah Clarke, Gent.; and Francis Rich, Gent. The merits of this unequalled effusion of lyrical poetry, are fully discussed in the general criticism. I. 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne. His valiant peers were placed around; Sate like a blooming eastern bride, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. |