IV. But when through all th' infernal bounds, Love, ftrong as Death, the Poets led What founds were heard, What scenes appear'd, O'er all the dreary coasts! Dreadful gleams, Fires that glow, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghofts! But hark! he strikes the golden lyre; See, fhady forms advance! Thy ftone, O Sifyphus, ftands ftill, And the pale spectres dance ! The Furies fink upon their iron beds, 50 55 60 65 And fnakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads. V. By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that blow O'er the Elysian flowers; Or Amaranthine bowers; 75 By By the hero's armed fhades, By the youths that dy'd for love, Oh take the husband, or return the wife! He fung, and hell confented To hear the Poet's prayer; O'er death, and o'er hell,' A conquest how hard and how glorious! With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious. VI. But foon, too foon the lover turns his eyes: 80 85 -90 How wilt thou now the fatal fifters move? 95 No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love. Now with Furies furrounded, Defpairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows, Amidst Rhodope's fnows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies; Ah fee, he dies! Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung, Eurydice still trembled on his tongue, Eurydice the woods, Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung. VII. Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And fate's feverest rage difarm : Mufic can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, 115 120 And antedate the bliss above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. 125 Th' immortal powers incline their ear; Borne on the fwelling notes our fouls afpire, While folemn airs improve the facred fire; And angels lean from heaven to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater power is given : His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell, Her's lift the foul to heaven. 130 TWO TWO CHORUSES то THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS. Altered from Shakespeare by the Duke of Buckingham, at whofe defire these two Chorufes were composed, to fupply as many, wanting in his play. They were set many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham-house. Y CHORUS OF ATHENIANS. STROPHE I. E fhades, where facred truth is fought; In vain your guiltless laurels ftood War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, Oh heaven-born fifters! fource of art! Who charm the fenfe, or mend the heart; To what new clime, what diftant sky, 10 5 15 STROPHE STROPHE II. When Athens finks by fates unjust, When wild Barbarians fpurn her duft; ANTISTROPHE II. Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball! In every age, in every state! Still, when the luft of tyrant power fucceeds, 20 25 30 CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. SEMICHORUS. H Tyrant Love! hast thou possest The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast ? Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame. Love, foft intruder, enters here, But entering learns to be fincere. And Brutus tenderly reproves. 5 G 2 Why, |