The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 22Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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APOL Apollo Apollo and Daphne Barn Elms beauteous beauty Behold bleffing bleft breaſt bright Cæfar Cantata cauſe charms crouds crown'd Cupid DAPH Daphne defcends defire deſpair difdain doft thou ELECTRA Ev'n eyes facred fair fame fate fcene fcorn feem ferene fhade fhall fhining fifter fighs fight filent fing firſt fkies flain flame flaves flow fmiling foes foft fome fong forrow foul ftill ftrain ftreams fuch fudden fwain Ganimede glory goddeſs grace grove happy hear Heaven himſelf honours immortal inſpire laft light Love lyre maid marks of triumph Mufe ne'er nymph o'er ORESTES paffion Peneus plains pleas'd pleaſure Pompey Pothinus praiſe prefent purſue rais'd RECITATIVE rife ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſwain thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe tranſport Triumph of Peace triumphs Venus voice
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Side 115 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Side 155 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Side 116 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Side 115 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Side 115 - And unburied 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 glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Side 115 - 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 Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Side 116 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother- wit, and arts unknown before.
Side 115 - 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!
Side 115 - 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 sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Side 115 - In flow'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. CHORUS Happy...