The many rend the skies with loud applause; Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, CHORUS. 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, VI. Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. See the Furies arise; See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, 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. CHORUS. And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. VII. Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, Timotheus, to his breathing flute Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Or both divide the crown: GRAND CHORUS, At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, 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; She drew an angel down. MULGRAVE. G FOR MUSIC. Performed at the funeral of Henry Purcell, the musician, in the end of November, 1695. OOD angels snatched him eagerly on high, Joyful they flew, singing and soaring, through the sky, Teaching his new-fledged soul to fly ; While we, alas ! lamenting lie. He went musing all along, Composing new their heavenly song: Awhile his skilful notes loud hallelujahs drowned, But soon they ceased their own, to catch his pleasing sound. David himself improved the harmony, David, in sacred story so renowned No less for music than for poetry! Genius sublime in either art, Crowned with applause surpassing all desert! A man just after God's own heart! If human cares are lawful to the blest Already settled in eternal rest, Needs must he wish that Purcell only might |