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First charm’d the ear of youthful Time,
With numbers wrapt in heav'nly fire ;
Who bade delighted Echo swell
The trembling transports of the lyre,
The murmur of the shell,
Why to the burst of Joy alone
And lull the wrath, at whose command
Murder bares her gory hand?
Cease, ye vain warblers! cease to charm The breast with other raptures warm! Cease! till your hand with magic strain In slumbers steep the heart of pain !
SPEECH OF THE CHORUS IN THE SAME
TO DISSUADE MEDEA FROM HER PURPOSE OF PUTTING HER
CHILDREN TO DEATH, AND FLYING FOR
PROTECTION TO ATHENS.
O HAGGARD queen! to Athens dost thou guide
Thy glowing chariot, steep'd in kindred gore; Or seek to hide thy damned parricide
Where Peace and Mercy dwell for ever more ?
The land where Truth, pure, precious, and sublime,
Woos the deep silence of sequester'd bowers, And warriors, matchless since the first of Time,
Rear their bright banners o'er unconquer'd towers!