While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more: The soft god of pleasure, that warm'd our desires, Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires: 10 And vows that himself and his mother will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return. Forbear your addresses, and court us no more, SONG. FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize From crowds, whom at your feet you see, As I from thousand beauties more Your face for conquest was design'd, 10 · But when at once they hear and view, Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you. No graces can your form improve, 15 SONG. HIGH state and honours to others impart, But give me your heart : That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, My soul does inspire; Give me in possessing If e'er you discover So faithful a lover, So real a flame, I'll die, I'll die, So give up my game. SONG. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, To souls oppress'd, and dumb with grief, What dying lovers dare not say. 5 A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. 10 Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, That soon they will be past redress; 15 SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING. ASK not the cause, why sullen Spring And winter storms invert the year Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye; To sigh, to languish, and to die: Great god of love, why hast thou made And change the laws of every land? When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall: I only am by love design'd 5 10 15 20 ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC; AN ODE IN HONOUR OF I. "Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So should desert in arms be crown'd.) The lovely Thais, by his side, Sate like a blooming Eastern bride In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. 5 10 15 |