Darkling and desperate, with a flagg'ring pace, And her purfue, or Theodore be flain, And two ghofts join their packs to hunt her o'er the plain. This dreadful image fo poffefs'd her mind, That desperate any fuccour else to find, She ceas'd all farther hope; and now began To make reflexion on th' unhappy man. 380 Rich, brave, and young, who past expreffion lov'd, Proof to disdain, and not to be remov'd: Of all the men refpected and admir'd, 385 Of all the dames, except herself, defir'd: So had another been, where he his vows addrefs'd. } Her fex's arts she knew; and why not, then, He knew the fex, and fear'd she might repent, (As women, where they will, are all in haste) Were overborn by fury of the tide ; With full consent of all the chang'd her state; } } 425 By her example warn'd, the reft beware; ALEXANDERS FEAST; OR THE POWER OF MUSIC; AN ODE, IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY. BY THE SAME. "TWAS I. WAS at the royal feaft, for Perfia won, By Philips warlike fon: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero fate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So should desert in arms be crown'd) The lovely Thais, by his fide, Sate like a blooming Eastern bride, 5 10 Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. 15 CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. II. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the sky, The fong began from Jove, 20 25 Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love) A dragons fiery form bely'd the god: Sublime on radiant spires he rode, 30 When he to fair Olympia prefs'd: Then, round her flender waist he curl'd, And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign of the world. The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found, A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound: 35 The praise of Bacchus, then, the fweet musician fung; Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets; beat the drums; He fhews his honeft face: 50 Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure, Rich the treasure, 55 60 |