When mature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, 5 10 15 II. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? 20 Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? III. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, 25 With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark! the foes come; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. 30 35 V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains, and height of passion, For the fair, disdainful dame. VI. But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, 40 V. 37. Sharp violins] It is a judicious remark of Mr. Mason, that Dryden with propriety gives this epithet to the instrument; because, in the poet's time, they could not have arrived at that delicacy of tone, even in the hands of the best masters, which they now have in those of an inferior kind. See Essays on English Church Music, by the Rev. W. Mason, M.A., Precentor of York, 12mo. 1795, p. 218. T. The sacred organ's praise? Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. 45 Orpheus could lead the savage race; But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher: Mistaking earth for heaven. GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of sacred lays So when the last and dreadful hour 50 55 60 SONG. FAREWELL, FAIR ARMIDA.* FAREWELL, fair Armida, my joy and my grief, 5 10 On seas and in battles, in bullets and fire, not to cost you a tear: * This song, written on the death of Captain Digby, has been given by Mr. Malone in his Life of Dryden, on account. he says, of its 'not having been preserved in Dryden's works, and being found entire only in a scarce Miscellany, viz. Covent Garden Drollery.' I must, however, observe, that the song is printed entire in New Court Songs and Poems, by R. V. Gent. 8vo. 1672, p. 78. In this collection the second line runs thus: 'In vain I have lov'd you, and find no relief.' The sixth, 'A fate which in pity,' &c. The twelfth, 'My fate from your sight,' &c. An answer from Armida, as she is called, follows the Song in this collection; but it is not worth citing. The ridiculous parody on this Song in the Rehearsal is too well known to But if the kind flood on a wave should convey, And under your window my body should lay, The wound on my breast when you happen to see, You'll say with a sigh —it was given by me. THE LADY'S SONG. A CHOIR of bright beauties in spring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green; The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen: 5 require copying here. But the following ludicrous stanza, which I have seen in MS. and which is a coeval parody on Dryden's Song to Armida, deserves to be cited: 'Or if the king please that I may, at his charge, I hope to come floating up with the spring tyde.' Armida is said to have been the beautiful Frances Stuart, wife of Charles, Duke of Richmond. Captain Digby was killed at sea in the engagement between the English and the Dutch fleet, off Southwold Bay, in 1672. T. |