VENUS! thy throne of beauty now resign ! Who sings it to his lyre, And does this maid inspire With his own art, to give a surer wound. AIR. Hark! the groves her songs repeat; Hark! the groves her songs repeat; RECITATIVE. Yet, Venus, once again my suit attend ; And when from Heaven you shall descend, CLAUDIANUS. CLAU IN EPITHALAMIO HONORII ET MARIA." CUNCTATUR Stupefacta Venus. Nunc ora puellæ, TRANSLATED. Venus coming to a nuptial ceremony, and entering the room, sees the bride and her mother sitting together, &c. On which occasion Claudian makes the following description. THE goddess paus'd; and, held in deep amaze, THE SOLDIER IN LOVE. SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY MR. PEPUSCH. AIR. WHY, too amorous hero! why And sighing tell thy woe? And sighing tell thy woe? RECITATIVE. Cleander heard not this advice, Nor would his languishing refrain. But while to Celia once he pray'd in vain, By chance his image in a glass he spies, And, blushing at the sight, he grew a man again. AIR. WITH A TRUMPET. Hark! the trumpet sounds to arms! PERFORMED AT STATIONER'S HALL, 1703. [Begin with a chorus.] AWAKE, coelestial Harmony! Awake, cœlestial Harmony! Turn thy vocal sphere around, Goddess of melodious sound. Let the trumpet's shrill voice, And the drum's thundering noise, Kor. Rouze every dull mortal from sorrows profound See, see! The mighty power of Harmony! Behold how soon its charms can chase Grief and gloom from every face! How swift its raptures fly, And thrill thro' every soul, and brighten every eye! Proceed, sweet charmer of the ear! And solitary lute, Melting airs, soft joys inspire: Airs for drooping Hope to hear, Melting as a lover's prayer; Joys to flatter dull Despair, And softly sooth the amorous fire. CHORUS. Melting airs, soft joys inspire: Let the deep-mouth'd organ blow Hark! how the treble and base By turns they rise and fall, by turns we live and die. Mean while a thousand harps were play'd on high; "Be this thy measur'd bound," "And now arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!" When Nature's sleeping soul Nature's secret chains unbound; CHORUS. O wondrous force of Harmony! Divinest art, whose fame shall never cease! Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth; When Heaven vouchsaf'd to treat with Earth, Music was herald of the peace: Thy voice could best the joyful tidings tell; There yet remains an hour of Fate, When Music must again its charms employ; Shall call the numerous nations under ground. Appear; and some with grief, and some with joy, Their final sentence wait. GRAND CHORUS. Then other arts shall pass away: Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie, And Painting fade and die, RECITATIVE. The river's echoing banks with pleasure did prolong To 'scape the god's embrace: AIR. Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! RECITATIVE. Apollo wondering stood to see The nymph transform'd into a tree. His passion, and his race divine; Nor could th' eternal beams, that round his temples Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart. AIR. Nature alone can love inspire; Art is vain to move desiré. If Nature once the fair incline, To their own passion they resign. Nature alone can love inspire; Art is vain to move desire. A THOUGHT IN A GARDEN. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1704. DELIGHTFUL mansion! blest retreat! Where all is silent, all is sweet! Here Contemplation prunes her wings, Nay Earth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay. The raptur'd Muse more tuneful sings, Music alone, and Poesy, Triumphant o'er the flame, shall see The world's last blaze. The tuneful sisters shall embrace, And praise and sing, and sing and praise, In never-ceasing choirs, to all eternity. While May leads on the cheerful hours, And Nature's fairest face survey, [shine, Earth seems new-born, and life more bright; Like Homer's antique tale of Troy, And powers confederate to destroy Priam's proud house, the Dardan name, With him that stole the ravish'd dame, And, to possess another's right, Durst the whole world to arms excite. Let Fancy take her wing, and find A WISH, TO THE NEW YEAR, 1705. JANUS! great leader of the rolling year, Close the fantastic scenes--but grace With flowing pleasures fraught, and bless'd by friendly powers. Thy month, O Janus! gave me first to know My race of life began with thee. Thus far, from great misfortunes free, Contented, I my lot endure, Nor Nature's rigid laws arraign, Nor spurn at common ills in vain, Which Folly cannot shun, nor wise Reflection cure. But oh!--more anxious for the year to come, I would foreknow my future doom, For me, in Time's mysterious womb? I'll fortify my soul the load to bear, To finish me in woes, and crush me down with Fate. More clearly written than in Fate's dark book, My joy, my grief, my all of future fortune lies; If she must with a less propitious look Forbid my humble sacrifice, And cease to love in vain, and be a wretch no more. A CANTATA. SET BY MR. GALLIARD, WHILE on your blooming charms I gaze, Your tender lips, your soft enchanting eyes, And all the Venus in your face, I'm fill'd with pleasure and surprise: BRIT. And wakeful Fame defend, AUG. And grateful Truth commend BOTH. The generous and the brave! AUGUSTA, RECITATIVE, Now shall Augusta's sons their skill impart, What the patriot was below. Here, let a weeping Cupid stand, And wound himself with his own dart; There place the ducal crown, the sword, the wand, The mark of Anna's trust and his command, AIR, Lofty birth and honours shining Bring a light on noble minds. Every courtly grace combining, Every generous action joining, With eternal laurel binds. Lofty birth and honours shining Bring a light on noble minds, BRITANNIA, RECITATIVE. Behold fair Liberty attend, See o'er his tomb perpetual lamps she lights, EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. MILLS, AT THE QUEEN'S THEATRE, ON HIS BENEFIT-NIGHT, FEBRUARY 16, 1709, A LITTLE BEFORE THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUH'S GOING FOR HOLLAND. WHETHER Our stage all others does excel In strength of wit, we'll not presume to tell: By both the Muses live, from both they catch their flame. Then as by you, in solid glory bright, Our envy'd Isle through Europe spreads her light, And rising honours every year sustain, And mark the golden tract of Anne's distinguish'd |