ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSICДжон ДрайденПРАЗДНИК АЛЕКСАНДРА, ИЛИ СИЛА МУЗЫКИ
TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won...
'TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son— Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne; 5 His valiant peers were placed 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 10 In flower of youth and beauty's pride:— Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave None but the brave None but the brave deserves the fair! 15
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. 20 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 spires he rode 25 When he to fair Olympia prest, And while he sought her snowy breast, Then round her slender waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. —The listening crowd admire the lofty sound; 30 A present deity! they shout around: A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound: With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; 35 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: The jolly god in triumph comes; 40 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, 45 Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, 50 Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Soothed 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, 55 His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he Heaven and Earth defied Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: 60 He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate. And weltering in his blood; 65 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 looks the joyless victor sate, 70 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.
The mighty master smiled to see 75 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. 80 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, 85 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 Music won the cause. 90 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: 95 At length with love and wine at once opprest 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 100 And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head: As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. 105 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 from their eyes! 110 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: 115 Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods. 120 —The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! 125
Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre 130 Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came. Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, 135 And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. —Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown; He raised a mortal to the skies, 140 She drew an angel down!
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