SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY. Text from SONG. Text from the Miscellany Poems, 1685. the original of 1687. I'll not wear a Garland while Pan is away. II While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more: The soft God of Pleasure that warm'd our Has broken his Bow, and extinguish'd his And vows that himself, and his Mother, will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx in Triumph return. III Forbear your Addresses, and Court us no more, For we will perform what the Deity swore : Away with your Sheephooks, and take to Then Lawrels and Myrtles your Brows shall adorn, THE LADY'S SONG. Text from the Miscellany When Pan, and his Son, and fair Syrinx Poems, 1704. return. II Timotheus plac'd on high Amid the tuneful Quire, 20 With flying Fingers touch'd the Lyre: The trembling Notes ascend the Sky, And Heav'nly Joys inspire. The Song began from Jove; Who left his blissful Seats above, (Such is the Pow'r of mighty Love.) A Dragon's fiery Form bely'd the God: Sublime on Radiant Spires He rode, When He to fair Olympia press'd: 30 And while He sought her snowy Breast: Then, round her slender Waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an Image of himself, a Sov'raign of the World. The list'ning crowd admire the lofty Sound, A present Deity, they shout around: A present Deity, the vaulted Roofs rebound. ALEXANDER'S FEAST. Text from the edition 29 Spires] Scott wrongly gives Spheres A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY. Text from of 1700. the Miscellany Poems, 1704. 100 Softly sweet, in Lydian Measures, Soon he sooth'd his Soul to Pleasures. War, he sung, is Toil and Trouble; Honour but an empty Bubble. Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying, If the World be worth thy Winning, Think, O think, it worth Enjoying. Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the Good the Gods provide thee. The Many rend the Skies, with loud applause; So Love was Crown'd, but Musique won the Cause. The Prince, unable to conceal his Pain, Gaz'd on the Fair Who caus'd his Care, ΙΙΟ |