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Music herself is lost, in vain she brings

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Her choicest notes to praise the best of kings:
Her melting strains in you a tomb have found,
And lie, like bees, in their own sweetness drown'd.
He that brought peace, all discord could atone,
His name is music of itself alone.

Now while the sacred oil anoints your head,
And fragrant scents begun from you, are spread 60
Thro' the large dome, the people's joyful sound,
Sent back, is still preserv'd in hallow'd ground:
Which in one blessing mix'd descends on you,
As heighten'd spirits fall in richer dew.
Not that our wishes do increase your store,
Full of yourself, you can admit no more:

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We add not to your glory, but employ

Our time, like angels, in expressing joy.:

Nor is it duty, or our hopes, alone

Create that joy, but full fruition:

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We know those blessings which we must possess,

And judge of future by past happiness.

No promise can oblige a prince so much

Still to be good, as long to have been such.

A noble emulation heats your breast,

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And your own fame now robs you of your rest.

Good actions still must be maintain'd with good,

As bodies nourish'd with resembling food.

You have already quench'd Sedition's brand;

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The jealous sects, that dare not trust their cause
So far from their own will as to the laws,
You for their umpire and their synod take,

And their appeal alone to Cæsar make.
Kind Heav'n so rare a temper did provide,
That Guilt repenting might in it confide.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set;
But 'tis our Kings perfection to forget.
Virtues, unknown to these rough northern climes,
From milder heav'ns you bring, without their crimes.
Your calmness does no after-storms provide,
Nor seeming patience mortal anger hide.
When empire first from families did spring,
Then ev'ry father govern'd as a king;
But you that are a sov'reign prince, allay

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Imperial pow'r with your paternal sway.

From those great cares when ease your soul unbends,

Your pleasures are design'd to noble ends :

Born to command the mistress of the seas,

Your thoughts themselves in that blue empire please.

Hither in summer ev'nings you repair

To take the fraicheur of the purer air :

Undaunted here you ride, when Winter raves,
With Cæsar's heart that rose above the waves.
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No loyal subject, dares that courage praise.
In stately frigates most delight you find,
Where well-drawn battles fire your martial mind.

VII.

Thus long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mute,

Timotheus, to his breathing flute

And sounding lyre,

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred, store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,

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With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down.

GRAND CHORUS.

"At last divine Cecilia came,

"Inventress of the vocal frame;

"The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

"Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

" And added length to solemn sounds,

" With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown

"Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

"Or both divide the crown;

" He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
" She drew an angel down."

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PREFACE to Absalom and Achithophel,
A Key to ditto,

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Absalom and Achithophel, a Poem in two Parts.

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Alexander's Feast: or, The Power of Music. An

Ode,

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The Secular Mask,

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To his Sacred Majesty. A Panegyric on his Co

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From the APOLLO PRESS,

by the MARTINS,
Feb. 5th, 1771-

END OF VOLUME SECOND.

JAN. Since Momus comes to laugh below,

Old Time begin the show,

That he may see, in every scene,

What changes in this age have been,

CHRO. Then, goddess of the silver bow, begin. [Horns, or hunting music within.]

Enter DIANA.

DIA. With horns and with hounds I waken the day, And hye to the woodland-walks away; I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon, And tie to my forehead a wexing moon : I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox, And chace the wild goats o'er summits of rocks; With shouting and hooting we pierce thro' the sky, And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

CHO. of all.] "With shouting and hooting we pierce " thro' the sky,

" And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry." JAN. Then our age was in its prime :

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мом. A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

cho. of all.] " Then our age was in its prime,

"Free from rage, and free from crime. " A very merry, dancing, drinking,

" Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time." [Dance of DIANA'S attendants.]

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