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Tranfported demi-gods flood round,
But when thro' all th' infernal bounds,
Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led
O'er all the dreary coafts!
Fires that glow,
Shrieks of woe,
And fee! the tortur'd ghosts refpire,
The Furies fink upon their iron beds,
And fnakes uncuri'd hang lift'ning round the
By the streams that ever flow,
By the fragrant winds that blow
By thofe happy fouls who dwell
Or Amaranthine bow'rs ;
He fung, and hell confented
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:
See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies;
Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung,
Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.
Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And fate's fevereft rage difarm: Mufic can foften pain to ease, And make defpair and madness please: Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. 125 When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,
Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear; Borne on the fwelling notes our fouls aspire, While folemn airs improve the facred fire;
And Angels lean from heav'n to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n; His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell, Hers lift the foul to heav'n.
Tragedy of BRUTUS',
CHORUS of ATHENIANS.
E fhades, where facred truth is fought;
In vain your guiltlefs laurels ftood
ANTIS TROPHE I.
Oh heav'n-born fifters! fource of art!
Who charm the sense, or mend the heart; 10
a Altered from Shakespear by the Duke of Buckingham, at whofe defire thefe two Chorus's were compofed to supply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckinghamhouse.