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A dragon's fiery form bely'd the God:
When he to fair Olympia prefs'd,
A prefent deity they shout around,
A prefent deity, the vaulted roofs rebound:
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Affumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And feems to shake the fpheres.
The praife of Bacchus then, the fweet musician fung
The jolly god in triumph comes;
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums;
Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes!
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure ;
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Sooth'd with the found, the king grew vain ;
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain
The mafter faw the madness rife ;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he heav'n and earth defy'd
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chofe a mournful mufe
Soft pity to infuse:
He fung Darius great and good,
Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
With downçaft look the joyless victor fate,
The various turns of fate below;
The mighty master fmil'd, to fee
Softly sweet in Lydian measures,
Never ending, ftill beginning,
If the world be worth thy winning,
Lovely Thais fits befide thee,
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Who caus'd his care,
And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look,
At length, with love and wine at once opprefs'd,
Now ftrike the golden lyre again;
And louder yet, and yet a louder strain,
And rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder.
Has rais'd up his head;
As awak'd from the dead,
And amaz'd, he ftares around.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
See the furies arise,
See the fnakes that they rear,
How they hifs in the air,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Behold a ghaftly band,
Each a torch in his hand,
Thefe are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain,
And unbury'd remain
Behold how they tofs their torches on high,
To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.
Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
Timotheus to his breathing flute
And founding lyre,
Could fwell the soul to rage, or kindle foft defire.
The sweet enthufiaft, from her facred ftore,
And added length to folemn founds,
With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before,
Or both divide the crown;
He rais'd a mortal to the skies;