While in more lengthen'd notes and flow, Now louder, and yet louder rife, And fill with spreading founds the skies; Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold notes, In broken air, trembling, the wild mufic floats; Till, by degrees, remote and small, The ftrains decay, By Mufic, minds an equal temper know, Or, when the foul is prefs'd with cares, Warriors fhe fires with animated founds; Lift'ning Envy drops her fnakes; Intestine war no more our Paffions wage, But when our country's cause provokes to arms, How martial mufic every bosom warms! So when the first bold veffel dar'd the feas, 'High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his ftrain, While Argo faw her kindred trees Defcend from Pelion to the main. But when thro' all th' infernal bounds, Love, strong as Death, the Poet led What scenes appear'd, O'er all the dreary coafts ? Dreadful gleams, Difmal fcreams, Fires that glow, Shrieks of woe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghofts! But hark! he ftrikes the golden lyre; Thy ftone, O Syfiphus, ftands ftill, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance! The furies fink upon their iron beds, And fnakes uncurl'd hang lift'ning round their heads. By By the ftreams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that blow O'er th' Elysian flow'rs; By thofe happy fouls who dwell O'er death, and o'er hell, A conqueft how hard, and how glorious! With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious. But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes: No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love. Now under hanging mountains, Befide the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in meanders, All alone, T Unheard, Unheard, unknown, He makes his moan; And calls her ghost, For ever, ever, ever loft! Now with Furies furrounded, He trembles, he glows, Amidst Rhodope's fnows: fee, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies; Hark! Hamus resounds with the Bacchanal's cries Ah fee, he dies! Yet even in death Eurydice he fung, Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue, Eurydice the woods, Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung. Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And fate's feverest rage disarm: Mufic can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please: And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. And Angels lean from heav'n to hear. 3 His His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell, Her's lift the foul to heav'n. РОРЕ. CHA P. XXXIII. ALEXANDER'S FEAST. WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won, "TWA By Philip's warlike fon : Aloft in awful state The god-like hero fate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with rofes and with myrtle bound: So fhould defert in arms be crown'd. The lovely Thais by his fide Sat, like a blooming eaftern bride, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. Timotheus plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire,. With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The fong began from Jove; Who left his blifsful feats above, |