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With down-caft looks the joyless vidor fate,
Revolving in his alter'd foul

The various turns of chance below;

And, now and then, a figh he ftole;
And tears began to flow.

The mighty master smil'd, to fee
That love was in the next degree;
'Twas but a kindred found to move;
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly fweet in Lydian measures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleasures.
War, he fung, its toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting ftill, and still destroying :
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O think it worth enjoying!
Lovely Thais fits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

The many rend the skies with loud applaufe;
So Love was crown'd, but Mufic won the cause,

The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair,

That caus'd his care,

And figh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again;

At length with love and wine at once opprefs'd,
The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast!

Now ftrike the golden lyre again:
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain..

Break his bands of fleep afunder,

And roufe him like a rattling peal of thunder.
Hark, hark, the horrid found

Has rais'd up his head;

As awak'd from the dead,

And amaz'd he stares around.

Revenge, Revenge! Timotheus, cries,

See the furies arife!

See the fnakes that they rear,

How they hifs in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold a ghaftly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were flain,
And unbury'd remain

Inglorious on the plain :
Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.

Behold how they tofs their torches on high,
How they point to their Perfan abodes,

And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
The Princes appland, with a furious joy:
And the King teiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy:
Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

Thus long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,

While organs yet were mute;

Timotheus, to his breathing flute

And founding lyre,

Could fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire,

At laft divine Cecilia camé,
Inventrefs of the vocal frame;

The fweet enthusiast, from her facred ftoré,
Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn founds,

With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;
He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down.




Nymphs of Solyma! begin the fong!
To heav'nly themes fublimer ftrains belong.
The moffy fountains, and the sylvan fhades,
The dreams of Pindus, and th' Aonian maids,
Delight no more.-O Thou, my voice inspire,
Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd lips with fire!
Rapt into future times, the bard begun:
A Virgin fhall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son!
From Jeffe's root behold a branch arife,
Whofe facred flow'r with fragrance fills the skies;
Th' Ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves fhall move,
And on its top defcends the mystic Dove.


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Sweet fa the wears, ant rife th' expected morn
On Sang iyan, ipicious Babe, de born
See Nature babes her earliest wreathes to bring,
With all the incendis of the breathing spring ;
See fx Lemona als bead advance,

See nocting fores on the mountains dance,
Sre foley clouts from lowly Saron rife,
And Carmel's dowry top perfumes the skies!
Hark! a glad voice the lonely defert cheers ;
Prepare the way! a God, a God appears!
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply;
The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity.
Lo, earth receives Him from the bending skies!
Sink down, ye mountains; and, ye vallies, rife'
With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay;
Be fmooth, ye rocks; e rapid floods, give wa
The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold,
fear Him, ye deaf! and, all ye blind, behold!
He from thick films fhall purge the vifual ray
And on the fightlefs eye-ball pour the day:
'Tis He th' obstructed paths of found thall clea,
And bid new mulic charm th' unfolding ear:
The dumb shall fing, the lame als crutch for
And leap exuling like the bounding roe.

No figh, no murmur the wide world shall hear ;
From ev'ry face He wipes off ev'ry tear..
In adamantine chains fhall Death be bound,
And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th' eternal wound,
As the good fhepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks fresheft pafture, and the pureft air,
Explores the loft, the wandring sheep directs,
By day o'erfees them, and by night protects;
The tender lambs he raises in his arms,

Feeds from his hand, and in his bofom warms;
Thus fhall mankind His guardian care engage,
The promis'd Father of a future age.
No more fhall nation against nation rife,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor fields with gleaming fteel be cover'd o'er,
The brazen trumpet kindle rage no more;
But useless lances into fithes fhall bend,
And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Then palaces fhall rife; the joyful fon
Shall finish what his fhort-liv'd fire begun;
Their vines a fhadow to their race fhall yield,
And the fame hand that fow'd, fhall reap the field.
The swain in barren deferts with surprise
Sees lilies fpring, and fudden verdure rife;
And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murmur in his ear.
On rifted rocks, the dragons' late abodes,
The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods;
Waste fandy vallies, once perplex'd with thorn,
The fpiry fir and fhapely box adorn;

To leaflefs fhrubs the flow'ring palms fucceed,
And od'rous myrtle to the noifome weed.

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