Happy, happy, happy pair;

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deserve the fair.

Timotheus, placed on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:

The trembling notes ascend the sky,
And heavenly joys inspire.

The song began from Jove,

Who left his blissful seats above,

Such is the power of mighty Love!
A dragon's fiery form belied the god:
Sublime on radiant spheres he rode,

When he to fair Olympia press'd;
And while he sought her snowy breast.

Then round her slender waist he curl'd,

And stamp'd an image of himself, a sov'reign of the world. The list'ning crowd admire the lofty sound;

A present deity, they shout around;

A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound:

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung,

Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young:

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The jolly god in triumph comes;

Sound the trumpets, beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace

He shows his honest face.

Now, give the hautboys breath; he comes! he comes!

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain :

Bacchus' blessings are a treasure ;

Drinking is the soldier's pleasure :

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain :

Fought all his battles o'er again :

And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.

The master saw the madness rise

His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And, while he heav'n and earth defied,
Changed his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chose a mournful muse,

Soft pity to infuse :

He sung Darius, great and good,
By too severe a fate

Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n,

Fall'n from his high estate,

And welt'ring in his blood;

Deserted at his utmost need

By those his former bounty fed,

On the bare earth exposed he lies,

With not a friend to close his eyes.

With downcast look the joyless victor sate,
Revolving in his alter'd soul

The various turns of fate below;
And now and then a sigh he stole,

And tears began to flow.

ALEXANDER'S FEAST.

The mighty master smiled to see
That love was in the next degree:
"Twas but a kindred sound to move;

For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet in Lydian measures,

Soon he soothed 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 Thaïs sits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

The many rend the skies with loud applause ;
So love was crown'd, but music won the cause.

The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gazed on the fair

Who caused his care,

And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.

At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

Now strike the golden lyre again;

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Break his bands of sleep asunder,

And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder.
Hark! hark the horrid sound

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Has raised up his head,

As awaked from the dead,

And amazed, he stares around.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries;

See the Furies arise;

See the snakes that they rear!

How they hiss in the air,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unburied remain

Inglorious on the plain;

Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew:

Behold how they toss their torches on high!

How they point to the Persian abodes,

And glitt'ring temples of their hostile gods!

The Princes applaud, with a furious joy;

And the king seiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy; Thaïs led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

Thus long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,

While organs yet were mute,

Timotheus to his breathing flute

And sounding lyre,