Sound the trumpet; beat the drums. He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath-He comes! he comes! Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus' blessings are a treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure, after pain. Sooth'd 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 His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius, great and good, Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, With not a friend to close his eyes With downcast look the joyless victor sat, The various turns of fate below; The mighty master smiled to see, 'Twas but a kindred sound to move; Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Take the good the gods provide thee; The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair, Who caus'd his care; And sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd and looked; At length with love and wine at once oppress'd, A louder yet, and yet a louder strain; And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has rais'd up his head, As awaken'd from the dead; See the snakes that they rear, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Each a torch in his hand! These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, Give the vengeance due Behold! how they toss their torches on high, And glittering 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 sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire. Inventress of the vocal frame. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Or both divide the crown: He raised a mortal to the skies; I. On Linden, when the sun was low, II. But Linden saw another sight, III. By torch and trumpet fast array'd Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry. IV. Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n, And louder than the bolts of heaven, V. And redder yet those fires shall glow, And darker yet shall be the flow VI. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. VII. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave! And charge with all thy chivalry! VIII. Ah! few shall part where many meet, WHEN Music, heavenly maid! was young, Sweet lessons of her forceful art, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, CAMPBELL. And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down; The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of wo; The doubling drum with furious heat: And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, [head. While each strain'd ball of sight-seemed bursting from his Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd; Sad proof of thy distressful state; Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd: And, now it courted Love; now, raving, call'd on Hate With eyes uprais'd, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sat retir'd; And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes, by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul, Through glades and glooms, the mingled measure stole, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away. But, Oh, how alter'd was its sprightlier tone! Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Peeping forth from alleys green; Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear; And Sport leap'd up and seiz'd his beechen spear. He with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand address'd But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol; Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best. They would have thought who heard the strain, To some unwearied minstrel dancing: Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round, |