GRAND CHORUS, FIVE PARTS. To Athens now, my Muse, retire, The refuge and the theatre of wit; And in that safe and sweet retreat, Amongst Apollo's sons, enquire, And see if any friend of thine be there: But sure so near the Thespian spring The humblest bard may sit and sing: Here rest my Muse, and dwell for ever here. ODE XV. ARION. BY SIR JAMES MARRIOT. 1. QUEEN of each sacred sound, sweet child of air, On the soft bosom of each rolling cloud, With strains that bid the panting lover die : Which lift our holy hope, or fan the hero's fire: The soul by woe which sinks opprest, From sorrow's eye to wipe the tear, And on the bleeding wound to pour the balmy rest. 11. 'Twas when the winds were roaring loud, And Ocean swell'd his billows high, By savage hands condemn'd to die, Rais'd on the stem the trembling Lesbian stood; All pale he heard the tempest blow, He fix'd his weeping eye. Ah! hateful lust of impious gold, What can thy mighty rage withhold. While thus in plaintive sounds the sweet musician sings. III. From beneath the coral cave Circled with the silver wave, Where, with wreaths of emerald crown'd, Ye Tritons, hear, whose blast can swell Ever beauteous, ever sweet, With magic song, and softly breath'd deceit. From gushing urns their tribute to the main, When pious mariners your power adore, IV. He sung, and from the coral cave, The Nereids hear. Gently the waters flowing, The winds now ceas'd their blowing, And sportive dash'd the briny tide: On his scaly back now riding, O'er the curling billow gliding, He bade the notes aspire, Again to joy attun'd the lyre, Forgot each danger past, and reach'd secure the land. ODE XVI. ON ANCIENT AND MODERN MUSIC. BY GEORGE ELLIS, ESQ: WHEN Father Orpheus wanted sport, he, Drew out his beasts by millions: Hinds with high heads each other butted, "en pas grave," like *** *** strutted, Amphion too (though by the bye Could animate earth, air, and water, |