RECITATIVE.

Thus Strephon mock'd the power of Love, and fwore His freedom he would ftill maintain,

Nor ever wear th' inglorious chain,

Or flavishly adore.

But when Lamira crofs'd the plain,

The fhepherd gaz'd, and thus revers'd his ftrain.

A I R.

Love, I feel thy power divine,

And blushing now my heart refign!
Ye fwains, my folly don't defpife;
But look on fair Lamira's eyes,
Then tell me if you can be wife.
Love, I feel thy power divine,
And blushing now my heart refign!

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SOLDIER IN LOVE.

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SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY MR. PEPUSCH,

A IR.

WHY, too amorous hero! why

Doft thou the war forego,

At Celia's feet to lie,

And

And fighing tell thy woe?
Can you think that sneaking air
Fit to move th' unpitying fair?
She laughs to fee thee trifle fo.
Why, too amorous hero! why
Doft thou the war forego,
At Celia's feet to lie,

And fighing tell thy woe?

RECITATIVE.

Cleander heard not this advice,

Nor would his languishing refrain.

But while to Celia once he pray'd in vain,
By chance his image in a glass he fpies,

And, blushing at the fight, he grew a man again.

AIR. [with a trumpet.]

Hark! the trumpet founds to arms!

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come, I come, the warrior cries,

And from fcornful Celia flies,

To court Victoria's charms.
Celia beholds his alter'd brow,

And would regain her lover now.
Hark! the trumpet founds to arms!
come, I come, the warrior cries,
And from fcornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.

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See, fee!

The mighty power of Harmony!

Behold how foon its charms can chace
Grief and gloom from every face!
How fwift its raptures fly,

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And thrill through every foul, and brighten every

eye!

II.

Proceed, fweet charmer of the ear!

Proceed; and through the mellow flute,

The moving lyre,

And folitary lute,

Melting airs, foft joys inspire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer;
Joys to flatter dull Despair,
And foftly footh the amorous fire.

CHORUS.

Melting airs, foft joys infpire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer;
Joys to flatter dull Despair,
And foftly footh the amorous fire.

III.

Now let the fprightly violin

A louder strain begin ;

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And now

Let the deep-mouth'd organ blow,
Swell it high, and fink it low.

Hark!-how the treble and base

In wanton fugues each other chace, And swift divifions run their airy race! Through all the travers'd scale they fly, In winding labyrinths of harmony:

By turns they rife and fall, by turns we live and die.

CHORU S.

In winding labyrinths of harmony,

Through all the travers'd scale they fly:

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By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and die.

IV.

Ye fons of art, once more renew your ftrains;

In loftier verfe, and loftier lays,

Your voices raife,

To mufic's praise !

A nobler fong remains.

Sing how the great Creator-God,

On wings of flaming cherubs rode,

To make a world; and round the dark abyss,

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Turn'd the golden compasses,

The compaffes in Fate's high ftorehouse found;

Thus far extend, he said; be this

O World, thy meafur'd bound.

* Milton.

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