By too severe a fate, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, And weltering in his blood: On the bare earth exposed he lies, With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, The various turns of chance below; CHORUS Revolving, in his altered soul, The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow. V The mighty master smiled, to see 'Twas but a kindred-sound to move, 95 For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, 100 105 ΙΙΟ 115 Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures: Never ending, still beginning, Take the good the gods provide thee The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, 120 CHORUS The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair, Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, VI Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, 125 And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge! Timotheus cries, See the snakes, that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And, unburied, remain Inglorious on the plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes, The princes applaud, with a furious joy, stroy; 130 135 140 145 150 Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. CHORUS And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. 155 160 165 170 VII Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Or both divide the crown; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. GRAND CHORUS At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame: The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Or both divide the crown; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. 175 180 SONG From The Maiden Queen I FEED a flame within, which so torments me, Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it; 5 But they fall silently, like dew on roses. Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel, My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel: ΤΟ |