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“ Thou who hast taught me to forgive the ill, And now four days the Sun had seen our woes :

And recompense as friends the good misled; Four nights the Moon beheld th' incessant fire: If mercy be a precept of thy will,

It seem'd as if the stars more sickly rose, Return that mercy on thy servant's head.

And further from the feverish North retire. Or if my heedless youth has stepp'd astray, In th' empyrean Heaven, the bless'd abode, Too soon forgetful of thy gracious hand;

The thrones and the dominions prostrate lie, On me alone thy just displeasure lay,

Not daring to behold their angry God; But take thy judgments from this mourning land. And an hush'd silence damps the tuneful sky. “ We all have sinn'd, and thou hast laid us low, At length th' Almighty cast a pitying eye,

As humble earth from whence at first we came : And mercy softly touch'd his melting breast : Like flying shades before the clouds we show, He saw the town's one-half in rubbish lie,

And shrink like parchment in consuming flame. And eager flames drive on to storm the rest. "O let it be enough what thou hast done ; (street, An hollow crystal pyramid he takes,

When spotted Deaths ran arm’d through every In firmamental waters dipt above :
With poison'd darts which not the good could shun, Of it a broad extinguisher he makes,
The speedy could outfly, or valiant meet.

And hoods the flames that to their quarry drove. " The living few, and frequent funerals then, The vanquish'd Fires withdraw from every place,

Proclaim'd thy wrath on this forsaken place Or full with feeding sink into a sleep :
And now those few who are return'd again,

Each household genius shows again his face, Thy searching judgments to their dwellings trace. And from the hearths the little Lares creep. "O pass not, Lord, an absolute decree,

Our king this more than natural change beholds; Or bind thy sentence unconditional :

With sober joy his heart and eyes abound But in thy sentence our remorse foresee,

To the All-good his lifted hands he folds, And in that foresight this thy doom recall. And thanks him low on his redeemed ground. * Thy threatenings, Lord, as thine thou may'st re As when sharp frosts had long constrain'd the earth, voke:

A kindly thaw unlocks it with cold rain; But if immutable and fix'd they stand,

And first the tender blade peeps up to birth (grain: Continue still thyself to give the stroke,

And straight the green fields laugh with promis'd And let not foreign foes oppress thy land.”

By such degrees the spreading gladness grew Th’ Eternal beard, and from the heavenly quire In every heart which fear had froze before :

Chose out the cherub with the flaming sword; The standing streets with so much joy they view, And bade him swiftly drive th' approaching Fire That with less grief the perish'd they deplore. From where our naval magazines were stor’d

The father of the people open'd wide The blessed minister his wings display'd,

His stores, and all the poor with plenty fed : And like a shooting star he cleft the night : Thus God's anointed God's own place supply'd, He darg'd the flames, and those that disobey'd And fillid the empty with his daily bread. He lash'd to duty with his sword of light.

This royal bounty brought its own reward, The fugitive Flames, chastis'd, went forth to prey And in their minds so deep did print the sense ; On pious structures, by our fathers rear'd; That if their ruins sadly they regard, By which to Heaven they did affect the way,

'Tis but with fear the sight might drive him thence. Ere faith in churchmen without works was heard.

But so may he live long, that town to sway, The wanting orphans saw, with watery eyes,

Which by his auspice they will nobler make, Their founders' charity in dust laid low; As he will hatch their ashes by his stay, And sent to God their ever-answer'd cries, e

And not their humble ruins now forsake. For he protects the poor, who made them so.

They have not lost their loyalty by fire; Nor could thy fabric, Paul's, defend thee long, Nor is their courage or their wealth so low, Though thou wert sacred to thy Maker's praise: That from his wars they poorly would retire, Though made immortal by a poet's song;

Or beg the pity of a vanquish'd foe.
And poets' songs the Theban walls could raise.

Not with more constancy the Jews, of old
The daring flames peep'd in, and saw from far By Cyrus from rewarded exile sent,
The awful beauties of the sacred quire:

Their royal city did in dust behold,
But
, since it was profan'd by civil war,

Or with more vigour to rebuild it went. Heav'n thought it fit to have it purg'd by fire.

The utmost malice of the stars is past, (town, Now down the narrow streets it swiftly came, And two dire comets, which have scourg'd the

And widely opening did on both sides prey: In their own plague and fire have breath'd the last, This benefit we sadly owe the flame,

Or dimly in their sinking sockets frown. If only ruin must enlarge our way.

CHORUS

Now frequent trines the happier lights among,
And high raised Jove from his dark prison freed,

ALEXANDER'S FEAST:
Those weights took off that on his planet hung,

OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC. Will gloriously the new-laid work succeed.

An Ode in Honour of St. Cecilia's Day. Methinks already from this chymic flame,

'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won I see a city of more precious mold :

By Philip's warlike son: Rich as the town which gives the Indies name,

Aloft in awful state With silver pav'd, and all divine with gold.

The godlike hero sate

On his imperial throne : Already labouring with a mighty fate,

His valiant peers were plac'd around; She shakes the rubbish from her mounting brow, | Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: And seems to have renew'd her charter's date,

(So should desert in arms be crown'd) Which Heaven will to the death of Time allow. The lovely Thais, by his side,

Sate, like a blooming eastern bride, More great than human now, and more august,

In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Now deify d she from her fires does rise :

Happy, happy, happy pair ! Her widening streets on new foundations trust,

None but the brave, And opening into larger parts she flies.

None but the brave,

None but the brave deserves the fair.
Before she like some shepherdess did show,

Who sat to bathe her by a river's side ;
Not answering to her fame, but rude and low,

Happy, happy, happy pair !
Nor taught the beauteous arts of modern pride.

None but the brave,

None but the brave,
Now like a maiden queen she will behold,

None but the brave deserves the fair.
From her high turrets, hourly suitors come:
The East with incense, and the West with gold,

Timotheus, plac'd on high
Will stand like suppliants to receive her doom.

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The silver Thames, her own domestic flood,

The trembling notes ascend the sky, Shall bear her vessels like a sweeping train;

And heavenly joys inspire. And often wind, as of his mistress proud,

The song began from Jove,

Who left his blissful seats above, With longing eyes to meet her face again.

(Such is the power of mighty love.) The wealthy Tagus, and the wealthier Rhine,

A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god The glory of their towns no more shall boast,

Sublime on radiant spires he rode, And Seyne, that would with Belgian rivers join,

When he to fair Olympia press d: Shall find her lustre stain'd, and traffic lost.

And while he sought her snowy breast :

Then, round her slender waist he curl'd, (world. The venturous merchant, who design'd more far,

And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the And touches on our hospitable shore,

The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, Charm'd with the splendour of this northern star,

A present deity, they shout around: Shall here unlade him and depart no more.

A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound :

With ravish'd ears Our powerful navy shall no longer meet,

The monarch hears, The wealth of France or Holland to invade;

Assumes the god, The beauty of this town without a fleet,

Affects to nod, From all the world shall vindicate her trade.

And seems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS

And while this fam'd emporium we prepare,

The British ocean shall such triumphs boast, That those, who now disdain our trade to share,

Shall rob like pirates on our wealthy coast. Already we have conquer'd half the war,

And the less dangerous part is left behind: Our trouble now is but to make them dare,

And not so great to vanquish as to find.

With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

Thus to the eastern wealth through storis we go,

But now, the Cape once doubled, fear no more; A constant tracie-wind will securely blow,

And gently lay us on the spicy shore.

The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung:
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:

The jolly god in triumph comes ;
Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;

Flush'd with a purple grace

He shows his honest face;
Now give the hautboys breath: he comes, he comes.

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain ;
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure :

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure ;
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORUS

CHORUS

CHORUS.

Now strike the golden lyre again :

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,

Break his bands of sleep asunder,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;

And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.
Rich the treasure,

Hark, hark, the horrid sound
Sweet the pleasure ;

Hạs rais'd up his head!
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

As awak'd from the dead,

And amaz'd, he stares around. Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
Fought all his battles o'er again; (the slain.

See the Furies arise :
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew See the snakes that they rear,
The master saw the madness rise;

How they hiss in their hair,
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes !
And, while he Heaven and Earth defy'd,

Behold a ghastly band,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.

Each a torch in his hand !
He chose a mournful Muse

Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain
Soft pity to infuse :

And unbury'd remain
He sung Darius great and good,

Inglorious on the plain :
By too severe a fate,

Give the vengeance due
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,

To the valiant crew.
Fallen from his high estate,

Behold how they toss their torches on high,
And weltring in his blood;

How they point to the Persian abodes,
Deserted, at his utmost need,

And glittering temples of their hostile gods. By those his former bounty fed :

The princes applaud, with a furious joy; On the bare earth expos'd he lies,

And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy; With not a friend to close his eyes.

Thais led the way,
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,

To light him to his prey,
Revolving in his alter'd soul

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
The various turns of Chance below;
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.

And the king seiz’da flambeau with zeal to destroy;

Thais led the way,
Revolving in his alter'd soul

To light him to his prey,
The various turns of Chance below; And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
And, now and then, a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.

Thus, long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, The mighty master smil'd, to see

While organs yet were mute; That love was in the next degree:

Timotheus, to his breathing Aute, 'Twas but a kindred sound to move,

And sounding lyre, For pity melts the mind to love.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

At last divine Cecilia came,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.

Inventress of the vocal frame;
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Honour but an empty bubble;

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,
Never ending, still beginning,

And added length to solemn sounds,
Fighting still, and still destroying ;

With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. If the world be worth thy winning, ,

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Think, O think, it worth enjoying:

Or both divide the crown;
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
Take the good the gods provide thee.

She drew an angel down.
The many rend the skies with loud applause;
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

At last divine Cecilia came,
Who caus'd his care,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
And sigh'd and look’d, sigh'd and look'd,

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd,

And added length to solemn sounds, The ranquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
CHORUS

Or both divide the crown;
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
Gaz'd on the fair

She drew an angel down.
Who caus'd his care,
And sigh'd and look’d, sigh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :
At length, with love and wine at once oppress’d,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast

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GRAND CHORUS.

Let fall some drops of pity on our grief,
PALAMON AND ARCITE:

If what we beg be just, and we deserve relief:

For none of us, who now thy grace implore,
OR THE KNIGHT'S TALE.

But held the rank of sovereign queen before ;

Till, thanks to giddy Chance, which never bears, Book I.

That mortal bliss should last for length of years,

She cast us headlong from our high estate, In days of old, there liv’d, of mighty fame, And here ini hope of thy return we wait : A valiant prince, and Theseus was his name : And long have waited in the temple nigh, A chief, who more in feats of arms excell'd, Built to the gracious goddess Clemency. The rising nor the setting Sun beheld.

But reverence thou the power whose name it bers, Of Athens he was lord; much land he won, Relieve th’ oppress’d, and wipe the widow's tears And added foreign countries to his crown.

I, wretched I, have other fortune seen,
In Scythia with the warrior queen he strove, The wife of Capaneus, and once a queen:
Whom first by force he conquered, then by love; At Thebes he feil, curst be the fatal day
He brought in triumph back the beauteous dame, And all the rest thou seest in this array
With whom her sister, fair Emilia, came.

To make their moan, their lords in battle lost
With honour to his home let Theseus ride,

Before that town, besieg'd by our confederate lost:
With Love to friend, and Fortune for his guide, But Creon, old and impious, who commands
And his victorious army at his side.

The Theban city, and usurps the lands,
I pass their warlike pomp, their proud array, Denies the rites of funeral fires to those
Their shouts, their songs, their welcome on the way Whose breathless bodies yet he calls his foes
But, were it not too long, I would recite

Unburn'd, unbury'd, on a heap they lie;
The feats of Amazons, the fatal fight

Such is their fate, and such his tyranny; Betwixt the hardy queen and hero knight;

No friend has leave to bear away the dead, The town besieg'd, and how much blood it cost But with their lifeless limbs his hounds are fed" The female army and th’ Athenian host;

At this she shriek'd aloud; the mournful trun The spousals of Hippolita, the queen;

Echo'd her grief, and, groveling on the plain, What tilts and turneys at the feast were seen; With groans, and hands upheld, to move his mind, The storm at their return, the ladies' fear :

Besought his pity to their helpless kind! But these, and other things, I must forbear.

The prince was touch'd, his tears began to fow, The field is spacious I design to sow,

And, as his tender heart would break in twy, With oxen far unfit to draw the plow :

He sigh’d, and could not but their fate deplore, The remnant of my tale is of a length

So wretched now, so fortunate before.
To tire your patience, and to waste my strength ; Then lightly from his lofty steed he flew,
And trivial accidents shall be forborn,

And ra sug, one by one, the suppliant crew,
That others may have time to take their turn; To comfort each, full solemnly he swore,
As was at first enjoin'd us by mine host,

That by the faith which knights to knighthood borr That he whose tale is best, and pleases most, And whate'er else to chivalry belongs, Should win his supper at our common cost. He would not cease, till he reveng'd their wrong

And therefore where I left, I will pursue That Greece should see perform'd wliat he declar d This ancient story, whether false or true,

And cruel Creon find his just reward.
In hope it may be mended with a new.

He said no more, but, shunning all delay,
The prince I mentioned, full of high renown, Rode on; nor enter'd Athens on his way:
In this array drew near th’ Athenian town; But left his sister and his queen behind,
When, in his pomp and utmost of his pride, And wav'd his royal banner in the wind :
Marching, he chanc'd to cast his eye aside, Where in an argent field the god of war
And saw a choir of mourning dames, who lay Was drawn triumphant on his iron car;
By two and two across the common way:

Red was his sword, and shield, and whole attire, At his approach they rais’d a rueful cry,

And all the godhead seem'd to glow with fire ; And beat their breasts, and held their hands on high, Ev’n the ground glitter'd where the standard der Creeping and crying, till they seiz'd at last

And the green grass was dy'd to sanguine bue. His courser's bridle, and his feet embrac'd. High on his pointed lance his pennon bore “ Tell me," said Theseus, “ what and whence His Cretan fight, the conquer'd Minotaur: you are,

The soldiers shout around with generous rage, And why this funeral pageant you prepare ?

And in that victory their own presage. Is this the welcome of my worthy deeds,

He prais'd their ardour ; inly pleas’d to see To meet iny triumph in ill-omen'd weeds? His host the flower of Grecian chivalry. Or envy you my praise, and would destroy All day he march'd ; and all th' ensuing niglit; With griet' my pleasures, and pollute my joy? And saw the city with returning light. Or are you injur'd, and demand relief?

The process of the war I need not tell, Name your request, and I will ease your griet." Ilow Theseus conquer'd, and how Creon fell:

The most in years of all the mourning train Or after, how by storm the walls were won, Began (but swooned first away for pain);

Or how the victor sack'd and burn'd the town: Then scarce recover'd spoke : “ Nor envy we How to the ladies hie restor'd again Thy great renown, nor grudge tlıy victory; The bodies of their lords in battle slain : 'Tis thine, ( king, th' afflicted to redress,

And with what ancient rites they were interr'd. And Fame has fill'd the world with thy success : All these to fitter times shall be deferr'd: We, wretched women, sue for that alone,

I spare the widows' tears, their woeful cries, Which of thy goodness is refus'd to none;

And howling at their husbands' obsequies;

How Theseus at these funerals did assist,

Ev'n wondering Philomel forgot to sing,
And with what gifts the mourning dames dismiss'd. And learn’d from her to welcome in the Spring.

Thus when the victor chief had Creon slain, The tower, of which before was mention made,
And conquer'd Thebes, he pitch'd upon the plain Within whose keep the captive knights were laid,
His mighty camp, and, when the day return'd, Built of a large extent, and strong withal,
The country wasted, and the hamlets burn'd, Was one partition of the palace wall:
And left the pillagers, to rapine bred,

The garden was enclos'd within the square,
Without control to strip and spoil the dead. Where young Emilia took the morning air.
There, in a heap of slain, among the rest

It happen'd Palamon, the prisoner knight, Two youthful knights they found beneath a load Restless for woe, arose before the light, oppressid

And with his gaoler's leave desir'd to breathe Of slaughter'd foes, whom first to death they sent, An air more wholesome than the damps beneath : The trophies of their strength, a bloody monument. This granted, to the tower he took his way, Both fair, and both of royal blood they seem'd, Cheer'd with the promise of a glorious day : Whom kinsmen to the crown the heralds deem'd; Then cast a languishing regard around, That day in equal arms they fought for fame; And saw with hateful eyes the temples crown'd Their swords, their shields, their surcoats, were the With golden spires, and all the hostile ground. same.

He sigh’d, and turn'd his eyes, because he knew Close by each other laid, they press'd the ground, 'Twas but a larger gaol he had in view : Their manly bosoms pierc'd with many a griesly Then look'd below, and, from the castle's height, wound;

Beheld a nearer and more pleasing sight, Nor well alive, nor wholly dead they were,

The garden, which before he had not seen, But some faint signs of feeble life appear :

In Spring's new livery clad of white and green, The wandering breath was on the wing to part, Fresh flowers in wide parterres, and shady walks Weak was the pulse, and hardly heav'd the heart.

between.
These two were sisters' sons; and Arcite one, This view'd, but not enjoy'd, with arms across
Much fam'd in fields, with valiant Palamon. He stood, reflecting on his country's loss;
From these their costly arms the spoilers rent, Himself an object of the public scorn,
And softly both convey'd to Theseus' tent:

And often wish'd he never had been born.
Whion, known of Creon's line, and cur’d with care, At last, for so his destiny requir’d,
He to his city sent as prisoners of the war,

With walking giddy, and with thinking tir'd,
Hopeless of ransom, and condemn'd to lie

He through a little window cast his sight, In durance, doom'd a lingering death to die. Though thick of bars, that gave a scanty light: This done, he march'd away with warlike sound, But ev'n that glimmering serv'd him to descry And to his Athens turn'd with laurels crown'd, Th' inevitable charms of Emily. Where happy long he liv'd, much lov'd, and more Scarce had he seen, but, seiz'd with sudden smart, renown'd.

Stung to the quick, he felt it at his heart; But in a tower, and never to be loos’d,

Struck blind with over-powering light he stood, The woeful captive kinsmen are enclos'd.

Then started back amaz’d, and cry'd aloud. Thus year by year they pass, and day by day, Young Arcite heard; and up he ran with haste, Till once, 'twas on the morn of cheerful May, To help his friend, and in his arms embrac'd; The young Emilia, fairer to be seen

And ask'd him why he look'd so deadly wan, Than the fair lily on the flowery green,

And whence and how his change of cheer began, More fresh than May herself in blossoms new, Or who had done th' offence ? « But if,” said he, For with the rosy colour strove her hue,

“ Your grief alone is hard captivity, Wak'd, as her custom was, before the day,

For love of Heaven, with patience undergo
To do th' observance due to sprightly May: A cureless ill, since Fate will have it so:
For sprightly May commands our youth to keep So stood our horoscope in chains to lie,
The vigils of her night, and breaks their sluggard | And Saturn in the dungeon of the sky,
sleep;

Or other baleful aspect, rul'd our birth,
Each gentle breast with kindly warmth she moves; When all the friendly stars were under Earth :
Inspires new flames, revives extinguish'd loves. Whate'er betides, by Destiny 'tis done ;
In this remembrance Emily, ere day,

And better bear like men, than vainly seek to shun." Arose, and dress'd herself in rich array ;

“ Nor of my bonds," said Palamon again,
Fresh as the month, and as the morning fair ; “ Nor of unhappy planets I complain ;
Adown her shoulders fell her length of hair : But when my mortal anguish caus’d me cry,
A ribband did the braided tresses bind,

That moment I was hurt through either eye;
The rest was loose, and wanton'd in the wind. Pierc'd with a random shaft, I faint away,
Aurora had but newly chas'd the night,

And perish with insensible decay : And purpled o'er the sky with blushing light, A glance of some new goddess gave the wound, When to the garden walk she took her way, Whom, like Acteon, unaware I found. To sport and trip along in cool of day,

Look how she walks along yon shady space, And offer maiden vows in honour of the May. Not Juno moves with more majestic grace ; At every turn, she made a little stand,

And all the Cyprian queen is in her face. And thrust among the thorns her lily hand If thou art Venus (for thy charms confess To draw the rose ; and every rose she drew, That face was form'd in Heaven, ncr art thou less; She shook the stalk, and brush'd away the dew: Disguis’d in habit, undisguis’d in shape) Then party-colour'd Howers of white and red O help us captives from our chains t' escape; She wove, to make a garland for her head : But if our doom be past, in bonds to lie This done, she sung and carol'd out so clear, For life, and in a loathsome dungeon die, That men and angels might rejoice to hear :

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