The SEQUESTERED BARD. An ELEGY. CLAD in a fable pall, how frowns the sky, Perhaps till mindful of their wonted home, And oft frequent the place that gave them birth. Full many a flow'ret blufhing to the fun, That scents the sweetness of the eastern morn, Nor once the bofom of the fair adorn : Or near the bubbling of fome weeping ftream, The chilling blafts of icy winter's froft, How many Shakespears have there liv'd alone, Haply, on Edgar's hallow'd lips, the fire Might chace the white-wing'd minutes faft away. Yet Yet ftill the breath of penury fevere, Ah! too untimely, nipt the tender shoot- But still some breaft with generous ardour glows, But deign the grace of an applauding smile. Sweet moralift! the pride of Albion's coaft, To Dodf-y, me, and to his country loft, When SHENSTONE's tuneful lips refign'd their breath. To thee, my SHENSTONE, gratitude fhall pay PHILANDER. An ODE on St. Cecilia's Day, adapted to the ancient British mufic, viz. the falt-box, the Jews harp, the marrow-bones and cleavers, the bum-ftrum or burdy-gurdy, &c. as it was performed on June 10, at Ranelagh. By Bonnel Thornton, Efq. Cedite, Tibicines Itali, vos cedite, Galli; Alex. Heinfius. * Witness his generbfity to a poor fhoemaker of Rowley, in that neighbourhood, whom he thought to have a great natural genius for poetry. + His gardens. Tranflation of the Motto. Yield, yield ye fidlers, French, Italians, PART I. OVERTURE RECITATIVE Accompanied. E dumb, be dumb, ye inharmonious founds, BE And mufic, that the astonish'd ear with difcord wounds: No more let common rhymes prophane the day. GRAND CHORUS. Grac'd with divine Cæcilia's name; The meaner melody we fcorn, Which vulgar inftruments afford; Shrill flute, fharp fiddle, bellowing horn, Rumbling baffoon, or tinkling harpsichord. AIR. In ftrains more exalted the falt-box fhall join, Strike, ftrike the foft Judaic harp,. By teeth coercive in firm durance kept,. AIR. Buzzing twangs the iron lyre, Trembling, trilling. Whizzing with the wav'ring wire. A GRAND SYMPHONY,. Hark, how the banging marrow-bones Make clanging cleavers ring, With a ding dong, ding dong, Ding dong, ding dong, Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding.. Raise your uplifted arms on high; In long-prolonged tones Let cleavers found A merry merry round By banging marrow-bones. FULL. Hark, how the banging marrow-bones, Make clanging cleavers ring; With a ding dong, ding dong, Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding. In long-prolonged tones Let cleavers found A merry merry round By banging marrow-bones. RECIT. Accompanied. Ceafe, lighter numbers: Hither bring Stretch'd out, and to the tumid bladder Then deeper fwell the notes and fadder, With dead, dull, doleful, heavy hums, And grievous groans, PART II. RECIT. Accompanied. WITH magic founds, like thefe, did Orpheus' lyre When, as he play'd, the lift'ning flood Each ruddy-breasted robin The concert bore a bob in, The grunting hogs, All, all confpir'd to raise th' enliv'ning found. Now to Cæcilia, heav'nly maid, Your loud united voices raise, With folemn hymns to celebrate her praise, Each inftrument fhall lend its aid. This inftrument, by the learned, is fometimes called a hum ftrum. R 3 The The falt-box with clattering and clapping fhall found, Buzzing twang with wav'ring wire, |