Let some cry up woodcock or hare, Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons, But of all the birds in the air, Here's a health to the three jolly pigeons. NOTE] We drank tea with the ladies, and Goldsmith sung Tony Lumpkins' song in his comedy, and a very pretty one, to an Irish tune (the Humours of Ballanagairy), which he had designed for Miss Hardcastle; but as Mrs. Bulkley, who played the part, could not sing, it was left out. afterwards wrote it down for me, by which means it was preserved, and now appears among his poems. Boswell's Johnson, v. ii. He THE END. P. 217. THE CAPTIV]] LONDON: PRINTED BY C. WHITTINGHAM, TOOKS COURT. THE PERSONS. FIRST JEWISH PROPHET. SECOND JEWISH PROPHET. ISRAELITISH WOMAN. FIRST CHALDEAN PRIEST. SECOND CHALDEAN PRIEST. CHALDEAN WOMAN. CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. SCENE-The Banks of the River Euphrates, near Babylon. THE C FIRS This Oratorio was never published by the author; it was written in 1761, fours years before the publication of the Traveller, which was in 1765. Two of the Songs appeared in some editions of Goldsmith's Poems, but with considerable alterations; they may be found at pages 111, 112, of the Aldine edition. The original MS. from which it is printed is now in the possession of the Publisher. The first thoughts, or scription, which were afterwards altered or improved by the author in the MS. have been preserved as a curiosity, and are given as variations at the foot of the page. THE CAPTIVITY. ACT I. FIRST PROPHET. RECITATIVE. captive tribes, that hourly work and weep ere flows Euphrates murmuring to the deep, pend your woes awhile, the task suspend, 1 turn to God, your father and your friend. ulted, chain'd, and all the world our foe, r God alone is all we boast below. AIR. FIRST PROPHET. Our God is all we boast below, To him we turn our eyes; And every added weight of woe Shall make our homage rise OF GO SECOND PROPHET. And though no temple richly drest, Nor sacrifice are here; We'll make his temple in our breast, And offer up a tear. [the first stanza repeated by the chorus. ISRAELITISH WOMAN. RECITATIVE. at strain once more; it bids remembrance rise, nd brings my long-lost country to mine eyes. e fields of Sharon, drest in flowery pride, e plains where Kidron rolls its glassy tide, › hills of Lebanon, with cedars crown'd, Gilead groves, that fling perfumes around, ow sweet those groves, that plain how wondrous fair, ow doubly sweet when heaven was with us there! AIR. O memory, thou fond deceiver, a Seek the happy and the free: The wretch who wants each other blessing, Ever wants a friend in thee. VARIATIONS. ■ Fly to. SECON REC Yet why complain? V Should bonds repress When vaunting folly l |