While Argo faw her kindred trees
Descend from Pelion to the main.
Transported demi-gods flood round,
And men grew heroes at the found,
Enflam'd with glory's charms :
Each chief his fev'nfold fhield difplay'd,
And half unfheath'd the fhining blade;
And feas, and rocks, and skies rebound
To arms, to arms, to arms!

But when thro' all th' infernal bounds,
Which flaming Phlegethon furrounds,

Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led
To the pale nations of the dead,
What founds were heard,

What scenes appear'd,

O'er all the dreary coafts ?

Dreadful gleams,

Difmal screams,

Fires that glow,

Shrieks of wo,

Sullen moans,

Hollow groans,

And cries of tortur'd ghofts?
But hark! he ftrikes the golden lyre;
And fee! the tortur'd ghofts refpire,
See, fhady forms advance!

Thy ftone, O Sysiphus, ftands ftill,
Ixion refts upon his wheel,

And the pale Spectres dance!

The Furies fink upon their iron beds,

And fnakes uncurl'd hang lift'ning round their heads.

By

P

By the ftreams that ever flow,
By the fragrant winds that blow
O'er th' Elyfian flow'rs;
By thofe happy fouls who dwell
In yellow meads of Afphodel,

Or Amaranthine bow'rs;
By the hero's armed shades,
Glitt'ring thro' the gloomy glades;
By the youths that dy'd for love,
Wand'ring in the myrtle grove,
Reftore, restore Eurydice to life:

Oh take the Hufband, or return the Wife!
He fung, and hell confented

To hear the Poet's prayer:

Stern Proferpine relented,
And gave him back the fair:
Thus Song could prevail
O'er death and o'er hell,

A conqueft how hard and how glorious!
Tho' Fate had faft bound her

With Styx nine times round her

Yet Mufic and Love were victorious.

But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes,
Again the falls, again fhe dies, the dies!
How wilt thou now the fatal Sifters move?
No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love.

Now under hanging mountains,

Befide the falls of fountains,
Or where Hebrus wanders,

Rolling in meanders,

All

All alone,

Unheard, unknown,.

He makes his moan;
And calls her ghost,

For ever, ever, ever loft!
Now with furies furrounded,
Defpairing, confounded,

He trembles, he glows,

Amidft Rodope's fnows:

See! wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies!
Hark! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals' cries-
Ah, fee, he dies!

Yet even in death Eurydice he fung,
Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue,
Eurydice the woods,

Eurydice the floods,

Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.

Mufic the fierceft grief can charm,

And Fate's feverest rage difarm:

Mufic can foften pain to ease,

And make despair and madness please:

Our joys below it can improve,

And antedate the blifs above.

This the divine Cecilia found,

And to her Maker's graise confin'd the found.
When the full organ joins the tuneful-quire,
Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear:
Borne on the fwelling notes our fouls afpire,
While folemn airs improve the facred fire;

And angels lean from heav'n to hear.

Of

Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell,
To bright Cecilia greater power is giv'n;
His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell,
Her's lift the soul to heav'n.

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CHAP. XXXIII.

ALEXANDER's FEAST.

"TWAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won,

By Philip's warlike fon :

Aloft in awful state

The god-like hero fate

On his imperial throne ;

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

The lovely Thais by his fide

Sat like a blooming eastern bride,

In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride..
Happy, happy, happy pair;

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair!

Timotheus plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre;

The trembling notes afcend the sky,
And heav'nly joys infpire.

The fong began from Jove;
Who left his blifsful feats above,
Such is the pow'r of mighty love!

POPE.

A dra

A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god :

Sublime on radiant spheres he rode,

When he to fair Olympia prefs'd,

And ftamp'd an image of himfelf, a fov reign of the world.--The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found;

A prefent deity they fhout around,

A prefent deity, the vaulted roofs rebound :
With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,
Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems to shake the spheres.

The praife of Bacchus, then, the fweet musician fung::
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:

The jolly god in triumph comes:

Sound the trumpets, beat the drums:
Flush'd with a purple grace.

He fhews his honeft face.

Now gives the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes!

Bacchus ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain :

Bacchus' bleffings are a treafure,

Drinking is the foldier's pleasure ;

Rich the treafure,

Sweet the pleafure;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Sooth'd with the found, the king grew vain:

Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain..

The master saw the madness rife ;

His glowing cheeks his ardent

eyes;

And