125:00,000@@@@@| 125:00,000[' ]| 125:00,001[A ]| It was at the Royal Feast, for$4$ Persia won, 125:00,002[A ]| By$4$ Philip's Warlike Son: 125:00,003[A ]| Aloft in$4$ awful State 125:00,004[A ]| The God-like Heroe sate 125:00,005[A ]| On$4$ his Imperial Throne; 125:00,006[A ]| His valiant Peers were plac'd around; 125:00,007[A ]| Their Brows with Roses and with Myrtles bound. 125:00,008[A ]| (So$5#2$ should Desert in$4$ Arms be Crown'd:) 125:00,009[A ]| The lovely Thais by$4$ his side, 125:00,010[A ]| Sate like$4$ a blooming Eastern Bride 125:00,011[A ]| In$4$ Flow'r of Youth and Beauty's Pride. 125:00,012[A ]| Happy, happy, happy Pair! 125:00,013[A ]| None but the Brave, 125:00,014[A ]| None but the Brave, 125:00,015[A ]| None but the Brave deserves the Fair. 125:00,016[A ]| Timotheus plac'd on$4$ high 125:00,017[A ]| Amid the tuneful Quire, 125:00,018[A ]| With flying Fingers touch'd the Lyre: 125:00,019[A ]| The trembling Notes ascend the Sky, 125:00,020[A ]| And Heav'nly Joys inspire. 125:00,021[A ]| The Song began from Jove; 125:00,022[A ]| Who$6#1$ left his blissful Seats above, 125:00,023[A ]| (Such is the Pow'r of mighty Love.) 125:00,024[A ]| A Dragon's fiery Form bely'd the God: 125:00,025[A ]| Sublime on$4$ Radiant Spires He rode, 125:00,026[A ]| When He to$4$ fair Olympia press'd: 125:00,027[A ]| And while He sought her snowy Breast: 125:00,028[A ]| Then, round her slender Waist he curl'd, 125:00,029[A ]| And stamp'd an Image of himself, a Sov'raign of the World. 125:00,030[A ]| The list'ning crowd admire the lofty Sound, 125:00,031[X ]| A present Deity, 125:00,031[A ]| they shout around; 125:00,032[X ]| A present Deity, 125:00,032[A ]| the vaulted Roofs rebound. 125:00,033[A ]| With ravish'd Ears 125:00,034[A ]| The Monarch hears, 125:00,035[A ]| Assumes the God, 125:00,036[A ]| Affects to$9$ nod, 125:00,037[A ]| And seems to$9$ shake the Spheres. 125:00,038[A ]| The Praise of Bacchus then the sweet Musician sung, 125:00,039[A ]| Of Bacchus ever Fair and ever Young: 125:00,040[A ]| The jolly God in$4$ Triumph comes; 125:00,041[A ]| Sound the Trumpets; beat the Drums; 125:00,042[A ]| Flush'd with a Purple Grace 125:00,043[A ]| He shows his honest Face: 125:00,044[A ]| Now give the Hautboys breath; He comes, He comes. 125:00,045[A ]| Bacchus ever Fair and Young 125:00,046[A ]| Drinking Joys did first ordain; 125:00,047[A ]| Bacchus Blessings are a Treasure; 125:00,048[A ]| Drinking is the Soldiers Pleasure; 125:00,049[A ]| Rich the Treasure; 125:00,050[A ]| Sweet the Pleasure; 125:00,051[A ]| Sweet is Pleasure after Pain. 125:00,052[A ]| Sooth'd with the Sound the King grew vain; 125:00,053[A ]| Fought all his Battails o'er again; 125:00,054[A ]| And thrice He routed all his Foes, and thrice he slew the slain. 125:00,055[A ]| The Master saw the Madness rise, 125:00,056[A ]| His glowing Cheeks, his ardent Eyes; 125:00,057[A ]| And while He Heav'n and Earth defy'd 125:00,058[A ]| Chang'd his Hand, and check'd his Pride. 125:00,059[A ]| He chose a mournful Muse, 125:00,060[A ]| Soft Pity to$9$ infuse; 125:00,061[A ]| He sung Darius Great and Good, 125:00,062[A ]| By$4$ too severe a Fate, 125:00,063[A ]| Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, 125:00,064[A ]| Fallen from his high Estate, 125:00,065[A ]| And weltring in$4$ his Blood: 125:00,066[A ]| Deserted at his utmost Need 125:00,067[A ]| By$4$ those his former Bounty fed; 125:00,068[A ]| On$4$ the bare Earth expos'd He lies, 125:00,069[A ]| With not a Friend to$9$ close his Eyes. 125:00,070[A ]| With down-cast Looks the joyless Victor sate, 125:00,071[A ]| Revolving in$4$ his alter'd Soul 125:00,072[A ]| The various Turns of Chance below; 125:00,073[A ]| And, now and then, a Sigh he stole, 125:00,074[A ]| And Tears began to$9$ flow. 125:00,075[A ]| The Mighty Master smil'd to$9$ see 125:00,076[A ]| That$3$ Love was in$4$ the next Degree; 125:00,077[A ]| It was but a Kindred-Sound to$9$ move, 125:00,078[A ]| For$3$ Pity moves the Mind to$4$ Love. 125:00,079[A ]| Softly sweet, in$4$ Lydian Measures, 125:00,080[A ]| Soon he sooth'd his Soul to$4$ Pleasures. 125:00,081[A ]| War, he sung, is Toil and Trouble; 125:00,082[A ]| Honour but an empty Bubble. 125:00,083[A ]| Never ending, still beginning, 125:00,084[A ]| Fighting still, and still destroying, 125:00,085[A ]| If the World be worth thy Winning, 125:00,086[A ]| Think, O think, it worth Enjoying. 125:00,087[A ]| Lovely Thais sits beside thee, 125:00,088[A ]| Take the Good the Gods provide thee. 125:00,089[A ]| The Many rend the Skies, with loud applause; 125:00,090[A ]| So$3$ Love was Crown'd, but Musique won the Cause. 125:00,091[A ]| The Prince, unable to$9$ conceal his Pain, 125:00,092[A ]| Gaz'd on$4$ the Fair 125:00,093[A ]| Who$6#1$ caus'd his Care, 125:00,094[A ]| And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, 125:00,095[A ]| Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again: 125:00,096[A ]| At length, with Love and Wine at once oppress'd, 125:00,097[A ]| The vanquish'd Victor sunk upon$4$ her Breast. 125:00,098[A ]| Now strike the Golden Lyre again; 125:00,099[A ]| A lowder yet, and yet a lowder Strain. 125:00,100[A ]| Break his Bands of Sleep asunder, 125:00,101[A ]| And rouze him, like$4$ a rattling Peal of Thunder. 125:00,102[A ]| Hark, hark, the horrid Sound 125:00,103[A ]| Has rais'd up$5$ his Head; 125:00,104[A ]| As awak'd from the Dead, 125:00,105[A ]| And amaz'd, he stares around. 125:00,106[A ]| Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus cries, 125:00,107[A ]| See the Furies arise! 125:00,108[A ]| See the Snakes that$6#1$ they rear, 125:00,109[A ]| How they hiss in$4$ their Hair, 125:00,110[A ]| And the Sparkles that$6#1$ flash from their Eyes! 125:00,111[A ]| Behold a ghastly Band, 125:00,112[A ]| Each a Torch in$4$ his Hand! 125:00,113[A ]| Those are Grecian Ghosts, that$6#1$ in$4$ Battail were slain, 125:00,114[A ]| And unbury'd remain 125:00,115[A ]| Inglorious on$4$ the Plain: 125:00,116[A ]| Give the Vengeance due 125:00,117[A ]| To$4$ the Valiant Crew. 125:00,118[A ]| Behold how they toss their Torches on$4$ high, 125:00,119[A ]| How they point to$4$ the Persian Abodes, 125:00,120[A ]| And glitt'ring Temples of their hostile Gods. 125:00,121[A ]| The Princes applaud with a furious Joy; 125:00,122[A ]| And the King seized a Flambeau with Zeal to$9$ destroy; 125:00,123[A ]| Thais led the Way, 125:00,124[A ]| To$9$ light him to$4$ his Prey, 125:00,125[A ]| And, like$4$ another Hellen, fir'd another Troy. 125:00,126[A ]| Thus long ago, 125:00,127[A ]| 'Ere heaving Bellows learn'd to$9$ blow, 125:00,128[A ]| While Organs yet were mute, 125:00,129[A ]| Timotheus, to$4$ his breathing Flute 125:00,130[A ]| And sounding Lyre, 125:00,131[A ]| Could swell the Soul to$4$ rage, or kindle soft Desire. 125:00,132[A ]| At last divine Cecilia came, 125:00,133[A ]| Inventress of the vocal Frame; 125:00,134[A ]| The sweet Enthusiast, from her sacred Store, 125:00,135[A ]| Enlarg'd the former narrow Bounds, 125:00,136[A ]| And added Length to$4$ solemn Sounds, 125:00,137[A ]| With Nature's Mother-Wit, and Arts unknown before. 125:00,138[A ]| Let old Timotheus yield the Prize, 125:00,139[A ]| Or both divide the Crown: 125:00,140[A ]| He rais'd a Mortal to$4$ the Skies; 125:00,141[A ]| She drew an Angel down.