Puslapio vaizdai

Aloft in awful state Iniciar solu :)
The god-like hero fates 12

1992 tomto obs!
On his imperial throne: Stati

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtle bound: So should defert in

arms; be crown'd. The lovely Thais by his side Sat, like a blooming eastern bride,

7!?) et In Áow'r of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair ! !
None but the brave,
None but the brave,

None but the brave deserves the fair.


Timotheus plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,
With Aying fingers touch'd the lyre: litigium
The trembling notes ascend the sky, ihn.

And heav'nly joys inspire.
The song began from Jove;
Who left his blissful seats above,
Such is the pow'r of mighty love!
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
Sublime on radiant spheres he rode,

When he to fair Olympia pressd,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sov'reign of the world.
The litt'ning crowd admire the lofty sound;

1111 A present deity, they shout around : A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound:

With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,

vidlo PIC! Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

0! vecesito to

The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung;

Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young :

The jolly god in triumph comes; ITAXIL

Sound the trumpets, beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace
He thews his honelt face.


Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes !

Bacchus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain:
Bacchus blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldiers' pleafure;

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure ;
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Sooth'd with the found the king grew vain;

Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain,

The master saw the madness rise;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes:
And while he heav'n and earth defy'd,
Chang’d bis hand and check'd his pride.
He chose a mournful muse
Soft pity to infuse:
He sung Darius great and good,
By two severe a fate,
Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n,
Fall'n from his high eftate,

And welt'ring in his blood:
Deserted at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

With down-cast look the joyless victor fat,
Revolving in his alter'd soul
The various turns of fate below;
And now and then a figh he stole;

And tears began to flow.

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

Sofdy sweet in Lydian measures,
Soon he footh'd his soul to pleasures.
War he sung is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying:

If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O, think it worth enjoying!


Lovely Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.
The many rend the skies with loud applause;
So love was crown'd, but music won the cause.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gaz'd on the fair
Who caus'd his care,
And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again:
At length with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

Now strike the golden lyre again;
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouze 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 arise,
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 !
These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unbury'd 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,
And glitt'ring temples of their hostile gods.

The princes applaud, with a furious joy;
And the king seiz'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 swell the soul to rage, or kindle foft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,
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.

DESCRIPTION of a BATTLE, illuftrated by a

sublime Comparison. [ADDISON.]
UT O, my muse, what numbers wilt thou find

Tosing the furious troops in battle.join'd!
Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous sound
The victor's shouts and dying groans confound,
The dreadful burst of cannon rend the skies,
And all the thunder of the battle rise.
'Twas then great Marlb'ro's mighty foul was prov'd,
That, in the shock of charging hosts unmoy'd,
Amidst confufion, horror, and despair,
Examin'd all the dreadful scenes of war:
In peaceful thought the field of death survey'd,
To fainting squadrons sent the timely aid,
Inspir'd repuls’d battalions to engage,
And taught the doubtful battle where to rage.
So when an angel, by divine command,
With rising tempests shakes a guilty land,
Such as of late o'er pale Britannia paft,
Calm and serene he drives the furious blast;
And, pleas'd th’ Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.

The first ONSET of a BATTLE, illustrated by a

noble Comparifon. [Pope's Homer's ILIAD.) FX IX'D at his post was each bold Ajax found,

With well-rang'd squadrons strongly circled round: So clofe their order, so difpos'd their fight, As Pallas' self might view with fix'd delight;

Or had the God of war inclin'd his eyes,
The God of war had own'd a just furprize.
A chosen phalanx, firm, resolv'd as fate,
Descending Hector and his battle wait.
An iron scene gleams dreadful o'er the fields,
Armour in armour lock'd, and shields in shields,
Spears lean on spears, on targets targets throng,
Helms stuck to helms, and man drove man along.
The floating plumes unnumber'd wave above,
As when an earthquake stirs the nodding grove;
And leveli'd at the skies with pointing rays,
Their brandish'd lances at each other blaze.

Thus breathing death, in terrible array,
The close-compacted legions urg'd their way:
Fierce they drove on, impatient to destroy;
Troy charg'd they first, and Hector first of Troy.
As from some mountain's craggy forehead torn,
A rock's round fragment flies, with fury borne,
(Which from the stubborn ftone a torrent rends)
Precipitate the pond'rous mass descends:
From steep to steep the rolling ruin bounds;
At ev'ry shock the crackling wood resounds;
Still gath'ring force, it finokes; and, urg'd amain,
Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the plain:
There stops-So Hector. Their whole force he prov'd,
Refiftless when he rag'd, and when he itopt unmov'd.

[ocr errors]



THERE-E'ER thy navy spreads her canvas wings;

Homage to thee, and peace to all she brings;
The French and Spaniard, when thy Aags appear,
Forget their hatred, and consent to fear.
So Jove from Ida did both hofts furvey,
And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the fray.
Ships heretofore in seas like fifhes sped,
The mightiest ftill upon the smallest fed;
Thou on the deep impofest nobler laws,
And, by that justice, hast remov'd the cause
Of those rude tempefts, which, for rapine sent,
Too oft, alas ! involv'd the innocent.
Now shall the ocean, as thy Thames, be free
From both those fates, of forms, and piracy:


« AnkstesnisTęsti »