By Music's charms, like those of Circé,
You'll see all moving vice versà.

All, from the porter to the peer,

Or have, or think they have an ear,
Cits grow refin'd and spend their money,
And starve on soups and maccaroni.
The roughest, rudest country squire
Deserts his pipe and parlour fire;
His tenants want the sçavoir vivre,
The parson puts him in a fever;
To harmony a convert grown,
He swears he only breathes in town.
Now for new miracles prepare-
Behold that punch-bowl in the air!
That shame to ancient Greece and Rome,
'Twas music rais'd the pensile dome,
'Twas she that form'd our proud Casinos,
Our rooms for concerts and festinos,
Our villas in St. George's fields,

White Conduit House, and Bagnigge Wells.
As she directs, the artists rear

The Crescent, oblong, or the square,

The octagon with sides so small,

And Circus with no sides at all;

With every angle charm our eyes

That e'er the most consummate skil Of great Vauban, or greater Gill, Has form'd for ramparts or minc'd pies.

My hand is tir'd, my Muse is mute, So ladies, who have heard our suit,

Please to determine the dispute.

ODE XVII.

THE TROPHY:

IN SIX CANTATAS.

TO THE HONOR OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS

WILLIAM DUKE OF CUMBERLAND;

Expressing the just Sense of a grateful Nation, in the several Characters of

SET TO MUSIC BY DR. GREENE. 1746.

CANTATA I.

THE VOLUNTEER.

RECITATIVE.

DEEP in a forest's shadowy seat,

A youth enjoy'd his calm retreat,
Deaf to the din of civil rage,
And discord of the impious age;
When visionary sleep deprest

His drowsy lids, and thus alarm'd his rest:
Vol. XVIII.

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Two rival forms immensely bright
Appear'd, and charm'd his mental sight;
Honor and Pleasure seem'd descending,
On each her various train attending,
Of decent, sober, great, and plain,
Of gay, fantastic, loud, and vain.
With confident yet charming grace,
Pleasure first brake the silence of the place.

AIR.

Enjoy with me this calm retreat,

Dissolv'd in ease thine hours shall flow: With love alone thy heart shall beat, And this be all th' alarms you know : Cares to sooth, and life befriend, Pleasures on your nod attend.

CHORUS.

Cares to sooth, and life befriend,
Pleasures on your nod attend.

RECITATIVE.

Her decent front straight Honor shew'd,
Where mingled scorn and anger glow'd;
Contempt of Pleasure's flow'ry reign,
Enrag'd at all her abject train;
And thus in rapid strains exprest

The tumults of her honest breast:

AIR.

Rise, youth-thy country calls thee from thy shade;

Behold her tears,

And hear her cries;
Religion fears,

And Freedom dies,

Amid the horrors of War's dreadful trade.

Thy country groans: forego thy shade-
'Tis Honor calls thee to her aid.

CHORUS.

Thy country groans: forego thy shade-
'Tis Honor calls thee to her aid.

RECITATIVE.

The youth awoke-and starting wide,
Sleep, with its vision, left his side.
His soul th' idea fill'd alone:

The heroic form, the piercing tone
Of Honor on his memory play'd,
And all his heart confess'd the heav'nly maid.

AIR.

Sweet object of my choice,

Adieu, thou calm recess !
My bleeding Country's voice
Tears me from thy embrace.

From musing water-falls,

From shades and flow'ry meads,