A SONG.

I.

GO tell Amynta, gentle swain,
I would not die, nor dare complain :
Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To fouls opprefs'd, and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain this kind relief;
That mufic fhould in founds convey,
What dying lovers dare not say.

II.

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A figh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,

But ah! the wretch, that speechless lies,
Attends but death to close his eyes.

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SONG

TO A

FAIR YOUNG LADY,

GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING.

I.

ASK not the caufe, why fullen Spring
So long delays her flowers to bear;
Why warbling birds forget to fing,
And winter ftorms invert the

year:

Chloris is gone, and fate provides
To make it Spring, where she refides.

II.

Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;

She caft not back a pitying eye:
But left her lover in despair,

To figh, to languish, and to die:
Ah, how can those fair eyes endure
To give the wounds they will not cure!

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III.

Great god of love, why haft thou made
A face that can all hearts command,
That all religions can invade,

And change the laws of every land?
Where thou hadst plac'd fuch power before,
Thou shouldft have made her mercy more.

IV.

When Chloris to the temple comes,
Adoring crowds before her fall;
She can reftore the dead from tombs,

And every life but mine recal.

I only am by Love defign'd

To be the victim for mankind.

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ALEXANDER'S FEAST;

OR,

THE POWER OF MUSIC;

AN ODE,

IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY.

I.

"TWAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won

By Philip's warlike son:

Aloft in awful ftate

The godlike hero fate

On his imperial throne :

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with rofes and with myrtles bound: (So fhould defert in arms be crown'd.)

The lovely Thais, by his fide,

Sate like a blooming Eastern bride

In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!

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None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

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CHORUS.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

II.

Timotheus, plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the sky,

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And heavenly joys inspire.

The fong began from Jove,

Who left his blifsful feats above,

(Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god : Sublime on radiant fpires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia prefs'd:

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And while he fought her fnowy breaft: Then, round her flender waist he curl'd, And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fovereign

of the world.

Ver. 20. Dr. Burney has given a learned, full, and entertaining account of Timotheus, the musician, in his firft volume of his Hiftory of Mufic, p. 405. Mr. Jackfon, whofe taste and feeling on the fubject of mufic must be allowed to be juft and exquifite, cenfures Dryden for extending the powers of mufic over the paffions, and affirms that pleasure only can be excited. Dr. J. WARTON.