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While in more lengthen'd notes and now, 10
Hark! the numbers foft and clear,
And fill with spreading founds the skies ; 15
'Till, by degrees, remote and fmally
The strains decay,
Nor swell too high, nor finik too low.
Or, when the soul is press’d with cares,
Exalts her in enlivening airs.
List’ning Envy drops her snakes;
So when the first bold vertel dar'd the feas,
While Argo saw her kindred trees
Transported demi-gods stood round,
Enfam'd with glory's charms:
But when thro' all th' infernal bounds,
Love, strong as Death, the Poet led
To the pale nations of the dead,
And cries of tortur'd ghosts!
See, shady forms advance !
And the pale Spectres-dance!
The Furies fink upon their iron beds,
By the streams that ever flow,
O’er th’ Elysian flow'rs;
Or Amaranthine bow'rs;
Wand'ring in the myrtle grove,
He fung, and hell consented
To hear the Poet's prayer;
Thus song could prevail
O'er death, and o'er hell,
Tho' fate had faft bound her
With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious.
But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes:
95 Now 125 When
Now under hanging mountains,
And calls her ghoft,
105 Despairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows,
Amidst Rhodope's snows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the defart he flies; Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals cries
Ah see, he dies !
Eurydice the woods,
115 Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.
And antedate the bliss above.
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire;
Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear; Borne on the swelling notes our souls afpire; While folemn airs improve the facred fire;
And Angels lean from heav'n to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater power is giv'n; His numbers rais'd a shade from hell,
Hers lift the soul to heav'n.