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Now under hanging mountains,
And calls her ghost,
105 Despairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows,
Amidit Rhodope's snows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the desert he flies ; Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals cries
Ah see, he dies !
Eurydice the woods,
115 Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains
And antedate the bliss above.
Th’immortal pow'rs incline their ear;
And Angels lean from heav'n to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n; His numbers rais'd a shade from hell,
Hers lift the soul to heav'n.
Tragedy of BRUTUS“.
CHORUS of A THEN I ANS,
ANTIS TROPHE I.
a Altered from Shakespear by the Duke of Buckingham, at whose desire these two Chorus's were composed to supply as many, wanting in his play. They were set many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckinghamhouse, P.
Who lead fair Virtue's train along,
Forsaken, friendless, shall ye fly?
When Athens finks by fates unjust,
And Athens rising near the pole !
ANTIS TROPHE II,
whate'er Ambition craves,
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry state!
CHORUS of Youths and VIRGINS.
SE MICHOR US.
The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast?
Which Nature has imprest?
The mild and gen'rous breaft?
flames the Gods approve ;
Brutus for absent Porcia fighs,
What is loose love? a tranfient gust,