Next', Anger rushed'; his eyes on fire', And', from the rocks', the woods', the vale', A soft', responsive voice was heard at every close'; He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down', The war-denouncing trumpet took', And blew a blast so loud and dread', Were ne'er prophetick sounds so full of wo`: And ever and anon, he beat' The doubling drum', with furious heat'; And though', sometimes', each dreary pause between', Dejected Pity', at his side', Her soul-subduing voice applied', Yet still he kept his wild', unaltered mien', While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head'. Thy numbers', Jealousy', to naught were fixed`, Sad proof of thy distressful state': Of differing themes the veering song was mixed'; And now it courted Love', now', raving', called on Hate`. With eyes upraised', as one inspired', Pale Melancholy sat retired`; And from her wild', sequestered seat', Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul'; And', dashing soft from rocks around', Bubbling runnels joined the sound'; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole'; Or', o'er some haunted stream', with fond delay', Love of peace', and lonely musing', In hollow murmurs died away'. But', O'! how altered was its sprightlier tone', When Cheerfulness', a nymph of healthiest hue', Her buskins gemmed with morning dew', Blew an inspiring air that dale and thicket rung, The oak-crowned sisters', and their chaste-eyed queen', Peeping from forth their alleys green': Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear; And Sport leaped up', and seized his beechen spear'. He', with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand addressed': Whose sweet', entrancing voice he loved the best' : To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While', as his flying fingers kissed the strings', As if he would the charming air repay', SECTION XIV Alexander's Feast; or, The Power of Musick. Aloft.. in awful state', The godlike hero sat' On his imperial throne'. His valiant peers' . . were placed around', Their brows'.. with roses and with myrtles bound': So should desert in arms be crowned'. The lovely Thais'. . by his side' Sat', like a blooming', eastern bride', In flower of youth and beauty's pride- None but the brave', None but'.. the brave', deserve'. . the fair`. Amid the tuneful choir', With flying fingers touched the lyre': The trembling notes'. . ascend the sky', And heavenly joys inspire'. The song began from Jove', Who left his blissful seats above'; (Such is the power of mighty love'!) A dragon's fiery form'. . belied the god': Sublime'.. on radiant spheres he rode', When he to fair Olympia'. . pressed', And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of the world' The list'ning crowd' . . admire the lofty sound'; A present deity', they shout around'; A present deity, the vaulted roofs.. rebound'. And seems to shake the spheres`. The praise of Bacchus, then', the sweet musician sung`; The jolly god in triumph comes'! 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'.. is pleasure'.. after pain`. Soothed with the sound', the king grew vain`; And thrice he routed all his foes', and thrice he slew the slain` His glowing cheeks', his ardent eyes'; And', while he heaven and earth defied', Changed his hand', and checked his pride'. He chose a mournful muse', Soft pity to infuse`: He sung Darius', great and good', Fallen', fallen, fallen', fallen', By those his former bounty fed', On the bare earth'. . exposed he lies', With not a friend'. . to close his eyes'. With downcast look'. . the joyless victor sar, Revolving in his altered soul', The various turns of fate below`; And now and then', a sigh he stole', The mighty master'.. smiled to see' Softly sweet', in Lydian measures', Never ending, still beginning'; Lovely Thais.. sits beside thee'; Take the good'.. the gods provide thee`: The many.. rend the skies with loud applause'; So', love.. was crowned'; but musick'.. won the cause'. The prince', unable to conceal his pain', Gazed on the fair' Who caused his care'; And sighed', and looked'; sighed', and looked'; At length', with love and wine at once oppressed', A louder yet', and yet a louder strain': And rouse him', like a rattling peal of thunder`. Has raised up his head', As awaked 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', Inglorious on the plain'. Give the vengeance'.. due to the valiant crew`. And glittering temples of their hostile gods'! And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy`. To light him to his prey; And', like another Helen', fired another Troy'. Thus', long ago', Ere heaving bellows.. learned to blow', While organs yet were mute', Timotheus', with his breathing flute' And sounding lyre', Could swell the soul to rage', or kindle soft desire'. Inventress of the vocal frame'. The sweet enthusiasts', from her sacred store' Enlarged the former narrow bounds', And added length to solemn sounds', With nature's mother wit', and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus'. . yield the prize`, Or both divide the crown': He'.. raised a mortal to the skies'; THE END. 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