HYMEN.

HYMEN.

This shining empress to array,
Behold a greater power than he,

When you present her all your train of Lores,
Behold the marriage deity!

Your chariot, and your murmuring doves,

Tell her she wants one charm to makť the rest more Chorus, by Hymnen's attendants.

gay, Behold the marriage deity!

Then, smiling, to th' harmonious beauty say:
CUPID, SMILING.

AIR.
Behold the god of household strife,

To a lovely face and air,
That spoils tbe happy lover's life,

Let a tender heart be join'd.
And turus a mistress to a wife!

Love can make you doubly fair;

Music's sweeter when you 're bind.
Fowlish an l inconstant boy!

To a lovely face and air,
Thine's a transitory joy;

Let a tender heart be join'd.
Sudden fits in Pleasure's fever;
Hymen's blessings last for ever.

CUPID
Hymen's bondage lasts for ever;

A FRAGMEVT.
Love's free pleasures failing never.

IN

every age, to brighter honours born,

Which loveliest nymphs and wectest bards adorn,
Lovels stolen pleasures, insincere,

Beauty and Wit each other's and require,
Purchas'd at a rate too dear,

And poets sing what once the fair inspire;
Shame and sorrow will destroy,

The fair for ever thus her charms prolong,
If Hymen license not the joy.

And live rewarded in the tuneful song.

Thus Sacharissa shines in Waller's lays,
BOTH TOGETHER.

And sie, who rais'd his genius, shares his praise. Then let us join hands and unite.

Each does in eachi a mutual life infuse,
Last Chorus of the shepherds and nymphs. Th’inspiring Beauty, the recording Muse.
Ilow happy, how happy, how happy are we,
Where Cupid and Hymen in consort agree!
We'll revei all day with sports and delight,
And Hymen and Cupid shall govern the night.

CLAUDIANUS.

HYMEN

A CAVTATA.

SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

RECITATIVE.

IN EPITHALAMIO HONORII ET MARIÆ.
Cunctatur stupefacta Venus. Nunc ora puellæ,
Nunc tavam niveo miratur rertice matrem.
Hæc modo crescenti, plenæ par altera lune:
Assurgit ceu foriè ininor sub matre virenti
Laurus: & ingentes ramos, olimque futuras
Promittit jam parva comas: vel flore sub uno,
Ceu gemine Pæstina rost per jugera regnant.
Hæc largo matura die, saturataque vernis
Roribus, indulget spatio: latet altera nodo,
Nec tcneris audet foliis adimittere soles.

TRANSLATED,

Vexus! thy throne of beauty now resign!

Behold on Earth a conquering fair,

Who more deserves Love's crown to wear!
Not thy own star so bright in Heaven does shine.
Ask of thy son her name, who with his dart

Has deeply grav'd it in my heart;
Or ask the god of tuneful sound,

Who sings it to his lyre,

And does this maid inspire
With his own art, to give a surer wound.

AIR.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo lurks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet;
Could Narcissus see or hear her,
From his fountain he would fly,
And, with awe approaching near her,
For a real beauty die.
Hark! the groves her songs repeat;
Echo larks in hollow springs,
And, transported while she sings,
Learns her voice, and grows more sweet.

RECITATIVE.
Yet, Venus, once again my suit attend;
And when from Heaven you shall descend,

Venus coming to a nuptial ceremony, and enter

ing the room, sees the bride and her mother
sitting together, &c. On which occasion Claudian

makes the following description.
The goddess paus'd; and, held in deep amaze,
Now views the mother's, now the daughter's facé;
Different in each, yet equal beauty glows,
That, the full moon, and this, the crescent shows:
Thus, rais'd beneath its parent tree, is seen
The laurel shoot, while, in its early green,
Thick-sprouting leaves and branches are essay'd,
And all the promise of a future shade.
Or, blooming thus, in happy Pæstan fields,
One common stock two lovely roses yields;
Mature by vernal dews, this dares display
Its leaves full blown, and boldly meets the day;
Tha , folled in its tender nouag, lies
A beauteous bud, nor yet admits the skies

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

AIR.

Dlean while a thousand harps were play'd ou high;
Be this thy measur'd bound,”

The river's ochoing banks with pleasure did prolong
Was echo'd all around;

The sweetly-warbled sounds, and murmur'd with the * And now arise, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

Daphne fled swifter, in despair, (songs A thousand voices made reply,

To 'scape the god's embrace:
“ Arise, Fe Earth, and Seas, and Sky!”

And to the genius of the place
What can Music's power control?

She sigh'd this wondrous prayer:
When Nature's sleeping soul
Perceiv'd th' enchanting sound,

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!
It wak'd, and shook off foul Deformity;

Let some sudden change invade me;
The mighty melody

Fix me rooted on thy shore.
Nature's secret chains unbound;

Cease, Apollo, to persuade me;
And Earth arose, and Seas, and Sky.

I am Daphne now no more.
Aloft expanded spheres were slung,

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!
With shining luminaries hung;

Let some sudden change invade me A tast Creation stood display'd,

Fix me rooted on the shore.
By Heaven's inspiring Music made.

RECITATIVE.
CHORUS.

Apollo wondering stood to see
O wondrous force of Harmony!

The nymph transform'd into a tree. Divinest art, whose fame shall never cease!

Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art, Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth;

His passion, and his race divine; When Heaven vouchsaf'd to treat with Earth,

Nor could th' eternal beams, that round his temples Music was herald of the peace:

Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart. (shine, Thy voice could best the joyful tidlings tell; Immortal Mercy! boundless Love!

Nature alone can love inspire;
A Goci descending from above,

Art is vain to inove desire.
To conquer Death and Hell.

If Nature once the fair incline,
There yet remains an hour of Fate,

To their own passion they resign. When Music must again its charms employ;

Nature alone can love inspire;

Art is vain to move desire.
The trumpet's sound
Shall call the numerous nations under ground.

The numerous nations straight
Appear; and soine with grief, and some with joy,
Their final sentence wait.

A THOUGHT IN A GARDEN.
GRAND CHORUS.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1704.
Then other arts shall pass away:

Delightful mansion! blest retreat! Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie,

Where all is silent, all is sweet! And Painting fade and die,

Here Contemplation prunes her wings, Nay Earth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay. The raptur'd Muse more tuneful sings, Music alone, and Poesy,

While May leads on the cheerful hours,
Triumphant o'er the flame, shall see

And opens a new world of flowers.
The world's last blaze.

Gay Pleasure here all dresses wears,
The taneful sisters shall embrace,

And in a thousand shapes appears. And praise and sing, and sing and praise,

Pursu'd by Fancy, how she roves
In never-ceasing choirs, to all eternity:

Through airy walks, and museful groves;
Springs in each plant and blossom'd tree,
And charms in all I hear and see!

In this elysiun while I stray,
APOLLO AND DAPIINE.

And Nature's fairest face survey,
A CANTATA.

Farth seems new-born, and life more bright;

Time steals away, and smooths his night;
SET BY MR. GALLIARD.

And Thought's bewilder'd in delight.

Where are the crowds I saw of late?
RECITATIVE.

What are those tales of Europe's fate?
DAPHNE, the beautiful, the coy,

Of Anjou, and the Spanish crown ; Along the winding shore of Peneus flew,

And leagues to pull usurpers down?
To shun Love's tender, offer'd joy;

Of inarching armies, distant wars;
Though 'twas a go:) that did her charms pursue. Of factions, and domestic jars?
While thus Apollo, in a moving strain, [pain. Sure these are last night's dreams, no more

; Anak'd his lyre, and softly breath'd his amorous Or some romance, read lately o'er;

Like Homer's antiqne tale of Troy, Fairest mortal! stay and hear;

And powers confederate to destroy Cannot Love, with Music join'd,

Priam's proud house, the Dardan name,
Tonch thy unrelenting inini?

With him that stole the ravish'd dame,
Tur thee, leave thy trembling fear; And, to possess another's right,
Tairest mortal! stay and hear;

Durst the whole world to arms excite.
Cannot Love, with Music join',

Come, gentle Sleep, my eye-lids close, Touch thy unrelenting mind?

These dull impressions help me lose ;

AIR.

For ti

AIR.

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

Let Fancy take her wing, and find

But, cruel goddess ! when I find Som better dreams to sooth my mind;

Diana's coldness in your mind, O, waking lei mo learn to live;

How can I bear that fix'd disdain ? The girns het will lastruction give.

My pleasure dies, and I but live in pain 1.23.ba us Thymes does glide Serene. wils a iritsui tiut, Fr rute extremes of ebb and tow,

Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting, -11d too high, nor sunk too low:

Will you touch the charmer's heart? Suci my lite's smooth curreni be,

Sooth her breast to soft consenting, T!!! from Time's narrow shore set free,

Or remove from mine the dart ! It ringle with th' (ternal sea;

Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting, And, there enlarg'?', shall be no more

Will you touch the charmer's heart? That tritling thing it was before.

But see! while to my passion voice I give,

Th’applauded beauty, doubly bright,
A WISH, TO THE NEW YEAR, Seems in the moving tale to take delight,

And looks as she would let me live;
1705.

And yet she chides, but with so sweet an air, Janus! great leader of the rolling year, That while she love denies, she yet forbids despair Since all that's past no vows can e'er restore, But joys and griefs alike, once hurry'd o'er, No longer nou deserve a smile or tear;

Fear not, doubting fair! t approve me i Close the fantastie scenes-but grace

Can you love me? With brightest aspects thy foreface,

Froun not, if you answer no; While Time's new oilspring hastens to appear. If you answer, frown not, no, With lucky omens guide the coming Hours,

When again I ask, pursuing, Cominand the circling Seasons to advance,

If you'll stay and see my ruin? And forin their renovated dance,

Fly--but let me with you go! With flowing pleasures fraught, and bless'd by

Blush not, doubting fair! t approve mci friendly powers.

Can you love me?
Thy month, 0 Janus! gave me first to know

Smile, and every fear forego!
A mortal's triling cares below;
My race of life began with thee,
Thus far, froin great misfortunes free,
Contented, I my lot endure,

AN ODE
Nor Nature's rigid laus arraign,
Nor spurn at common ills in vain,

FOR VOCAL AND INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC, Which Folly cannot shun, nor wise Redection cure.

TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST NOBLE But oh!--more anxious for the year to

come, I woulil foreknow my future doom,

WILLIAM DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE, Then tell me, Janus, canst thou spy Events that yet in enabryo lie For me, in Time's mysterious womb?

SET TO MUSIC BY MR. PEPUSCH,
Tell me nor shall I dread to hear,

A thousand accidents severe;
I'll fortify my soul the load to bear,
If Love rejected du not to its weight,

[Overture of soft Music] To fimsh me in woes, and crush me down with Fate.

BRITANNIA,
But if the goddess, in whose charming eyes,
More clearly written than in Fate's dark book,

RECITATIVE,
My joy, my grief, my all of future fortune lies;

Ye generous Arts and Muses, join;

Thow, If she inust with a less propitious look

While down your cheeks the streaming sorrows Forbid my humble sacritice,

Let murmuring strings with the soft voice combine Or blast me with a killing frown;

T” express the melody of Woe.
If, Janus, this thou seest in store,

And thou, Augusta! rise and wait,
Cut short my mortal thread, and now

With decent honours, on the great ;
Take back the gift thou lidst bestow!

Condole my loss, and weep Devonia's fate,
Here let me lay my burthen down,
And cease to love in vain, and be a wretch no more.

Queen of cities! leare awhile

Thy beautcous sinile,
A CANTATA.

Turn to tender grief thy joy.

From thy shore of Thames replying,
SET BY MR. GALLIARD,

Gentlest Echoes, fainting, dying,
WWE
HUILE on your blooning charms I gaze,

Shall their sorrow too employ.
Your tender lips, your soft enchanting eyes,

Queen of cities! leave awhile And all the Venus in your face,

Thy beauteous smile, I'm tilld with pleasure and surprise:

Turn to tender grief thy jor,

ANNO MDCCVII.

AIR.

WITII FLUTES.

AIR.

RECITATIVE.

AUGUSTA.

And, hated by all tyrants, chose
RECITATIVE,

The glory to have such his foes.”
'Tis Fame's chief immortality,

AUGUSTA.
Britannia, to be mourn’d by thee.

RECITATIVE.
I know the loss; from midniglit skies
Ill omens late did strike my eyes;

Genius of Britain! give thy sorrows o'er :
Near the radiant northern car

A grateful tribute thou hast paid
I look'd, and saw a falling star.

To thy Devonia's noble shade;

Now vainly weep the dead no more!

For see-the duke and patriot still survives,
Lands remote the loss will hear;

And in his great successor lives.
From rocks reporting,
Seas transporting,

BRITANNIA.
Will the wafted sorrow bear.
Winds that fly

I own the new-arising light,
Will softly sigh,

I see paternal grandeur shine,
Astar has left the British sphere.

Descending through th' illustrions line, Lands remote, &c.

In the same royal favours bright.
BRITANNIA,

LAST DUETTO, WITH ALL THE INSTRUMENTS.
RECITATIVE.

BRIT. Gently smooth thy flight, O Time!
Great George! whose azure emblems of renown
Are the fair gifts of Britain's crown,

Smoothly wing thy tiight, 0 Tine!
Patron of my illustrious isle !

BOTH. And as thou, flying, growest old,

Still this happy race behold Thou saw'st thy order late express'd,

In Britannia's court sublime. With added brightness, on Devonia's breast;

BRIT. Lead along their smiling Ilours ; Meet the companion knight, and own him with a

Long produce their siniling Hours; smile.

BOTH, Blest by all auspicious powers.

BRIT. Gently simooth thy flight, O Time!
POR BRITANNIA AND AUGUSTA.

Smoothly wing thy flight, O Time!
BRIT. To shade his peaceful grave,

BOTH. And as thou, flying, growest old,
Let growing palms extend !

Still this happy race behold
AUG. To grace his peaceful grave,

In Britannia's court sublime,
Let hovering Loves attend !

AUG.

ALG.

DUETTO

AUG.

30TH.

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RECITATIVE.

AIR.

To grace, &c.
BRIT. And wakeful Fame defend,

EPILOGUE,
ACG. And grateful Truth commend
boty. The generous and the brave!

SPOKEN BY MR. MILLS, AT THE QUEEN'S THEATRE, ON
AUGUSTA,

HIS BENEFI'T-NIGHT, FEBRUARY 16, 1709, A LITTLE
BEFORE THE DUKE OF MARLBOROVU's GOING

FOR

HOLLAND.
Now shall Augusta's sons their skill impart,

Whether our stage all others dors excel
And summon the dumb sister Art,
In marble life to show

In strength of wit, we'll not presume to tell:
What the patriot was below.

But this, with noble, conscious pride, we'll say,

No theatre such glories can display;
Here, let a weeping Cupid stand,
And sound himself with his own dart;

Such worth conspicuous, beauty so divine,
There place the ducal crown, the sword, the wand, who can, without amazement, turn his sight,

As in one British audience mingled shine. The mark of Anna's trust and his command,

And mark the awful circle here to-night?

Warriors, with ever-living laurels, brought Lofty birth and honours shining

From empires sard, from battles bravely fought, Bring a light on noble minds,

Here sit; whose matchless story shall adorn Every courtly grace combining,

Scenes yet unwrit, and charm e'en ages yet unborn. Every generous action joining,

Yet who would not expect such martial fire,
With eternal laurel binds.

That se's what eyes those gallant deeds inspire ? Lofty birth and honours shining

Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim,
Bring a light on noble minds,

Both are her great prerogatives of fame;
BRITANNIA,

By both the Muses live, from both they catch their

flame. RECITATIVE,

Then as by you, in solid glory bright, Behold fair Liberty attend,

Our envy'd Isle through Europe spreads her light, And in Devonia's loss bewail a friend,

And rising honours every year sustain, See o'er his tomb perpetual lamps she lights, And mark the golden tract of Anne's distinguish'd Then, on his urn, the goddess writes:

reign; “ Preserve, O Urn! his silent dust,

So, by your presence here, we'll strive to raise Who faithful did obey

To nobler heights our action and our plays; Princes like Anna, good and just,

And poets from your favours shall derive Yet scorn'd his freedom to betray;

That immortality they boast to give.