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Название: The Golden Treasury

Автор: Various

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СКАЧАТЬ In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.

       And sullen Moloch, fled,

       Hath left in shadows dread

       His burning idol all of blackest hue;

       In vain with cymbals' ring

       They call the grisly king,

       In dismal dance about the furnace blue;

       The brutish gods of Nile as fast

       Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.

       Nor is Osiris seen

       In Memphian grove, or green,

       Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud:

       Nor can he be at rest

       Within his sacred chest;

       Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud;

       In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark

       The sable stoléd sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.

       He feels from Juda's land

       The dreaded infant's hand;

       The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;

       Nor all the gods beside

       Longer dare abide,

       Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:

       Our Babe, to shew his Godhead true,

       Can in his swaddling bands control the damnéd crew.

       So, when the sun in bed

       Curtain'd with cloudy red

       Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,

       The flocking shadows pale

       Troop to the infernal jail,

       Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave;

       And the yellow-skirted fays

       Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.

       But see, the Virgin blest

       Hath laid her Babe to rest;

       Time is, our tedious song should here have ending:

       Heavens youngest-teeméd star,

       Hath fixed her polish'd car,

       Her sleeping Lord with hand-maid lamp attending:

       And all about the courtly stable

       Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.

       J. MILTON.

      63. SONG FOR ST CECILIA'S DAY,

       1687.

       From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony

       This universal frame began:

       When nature underneath a heap

       Of jarring atoms lay

       And could not heave her head,

       The tuneful voice was heard from high

       Arise, ye more than dead!

       Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry

       In order to their stations leap,

       And Music's power obey.

       From harmony, from heavenly harmony

       This universal frame began:

       From harmony to harmony

       Through all the compass of the notes it ran,

       The diapason closing full in Man.

       What passion cannot Music raise and quell?

       When Jubal struck the chorded shell

       His listening brethren stood around,

       And, wondering, on their faces fell

       To worship that celestial sound.

       Less than a God they thought there could not dwell

       Within the hollow of that shell,

       That spoke so sweetly and so well.

       What passion cannot Music raise and quell?

       The trumpet's loud clangor

       Excites us to arms,

       With shrill notes of anger,

       And mortal alarms.

       The double double double beat

       Of the thundering drum

       Cries "Hark! the foes come;

       Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!"

       The soft complaining flute

       In dying notes discovers

       The woes of hopeless lovers,

       Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

       Sharp violins proclaim

       Their jealous pangs and desperation,

       Fury, frantic indignation,

       Depth of pains, and height of passion

       For the fair, disdainful dame.

       But oh! what art can teach,

       What human voice can reach

       The sacred organ's praise?

       Notes inspiring holy love,

       Notes that wing their heavenly ways

       To mend the choirs above.

       Orpheus could lead the savage race,

       And trees uprooted left their place

       Sequacious of the lyre:

       But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher:

       When to her Organ vocal breath was given

       An angel heard, and straight appear'd—

       Mistaking Earth for Heaven!

       Grand Chorus: As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the СКАЧАТЬ