or the Power of Music (1736)
No. 1 Overture
No.2 TENORE
'T was 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 flow'r of youth and beauty's pride.
No.3
Happy pair!
None but the brave deserves the fair.
SOLI and CHORUS
Happy pair !
None but the brave deserves the fair.
Nr.4 TENORE
Timotheus, plac'd on high.
Amid the tuneful quire,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre;
The trembling notes ascend the sky,
And heav'nly joys inspire.
No. 5 SOPRANO
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;
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.
No.6 CHORUS
The list'ning crowd admire the lofty sound:
"A present Deity!" they shout around
"A present Deity!" the vaulted roofs rebound.
No.7 SOPRANO
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the God,
Affects the nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
No.8 TENORE
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung,
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young.
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 !
No.9 BASSO
Bacchus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain.
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure
Drinking is the soldiers pleasure;
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
CHORUS
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure ,
Drinking is the soldiers pleasure;
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
No.10 TENORE
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 defy'd,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
No.11 SOPRANO
He chose a mournful Muse,
Soft pity to infuse.
No.12
He sung Darius, great and good,
By too severe a fate
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 expos'd he lies ,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
No. 13
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
Revolving in his alter'd soul
The various turns of chance below.
And now and then a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.
No.14 CHORUS
Behold Darius great and good,
By too severe a fate
Fall'n from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
No.15 TENORE
The mighty master smil'd to see,
That Love was in the next degree:
'T was but a kindred sound to move,
For Pity melts the mind to Love.
No.16 SOPRANO
Softly sweet in Lydian measures
Soon he sooth'd the soul to pleasures.
No.17 TENORE
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, oh think it worth enjoying!
Lovely Thais sits beside thee:
Take the good the Gods provide thee!
War, he sung: da Capo.
No.18 CHORUS
The many rend the skies with loud applause:
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause!
No.19 SOPRANO
The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the Fair
Who caus'd his care,
And sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.
At length, with wine and love at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
The Prince : da Capo.
(No. 18) CHORUS (da Capo)
The many rend the skies with loud applause:
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
No.20 TENORE
Now strike the golden Lyre again!
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain!
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder.
CHORUS
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
Rouze him, like a peal of thunder.
TENORE
Hark, hark ! the horrid sound
Has rais'd up his head :
As awak'd from the dead,
And amaz'd, he stares around.
No.21 BASSO
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries:
See the Furies arise,
See the snakes that they rear,
How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash in their eyes!
Behold, a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand !
Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,
And unburied remain
Inglorious on the plain.
[Revenge: da Capo.]
No.22 TENORE
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!
No. 23
The princes applaud with a furious joy,
And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy.
No.24 SOPRANO
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, she fir'd another Troy.
CHORUS
The princes applaud with a furious joy,
And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy.
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, she fir'd another Troy.
No.25 TENORE
Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving Bellows learn'd to blow,
While Organs yet were mute,
Timotheus, to his breathing Flute
And sounding Lyre,
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
CHORUS
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds
And added length to solemn sounds,
With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before
No.26 TENORE
Let old Timotheus yield the prize -
BASSO
Or both divide the crown :
He rais'd a mortal to the skies
TENORE
She drew an Angel down.
No. 27 SOLI AND CHORUS
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
Or both divide the crown:
He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
She drew an Angel down.
End of the Ode.