An ode on the death of Mr. Henry Purcell ... the words by Mr. Dryden ; and sett to musick by Dr. Blow.
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An ode on the death of Mr. Henry Purcell ... the words by Mr. Dryden ; and sett to musick by Dr. Blow.
Author
Blow, John, d. 1708.
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London :: Printed by J. Heptinstall for Henry Playford ...,
1696.
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Subject terms
Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695 -- Songs and music.
Vocal duets with instrumental ensemble -- Scores.
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"An ode on the death of Mr. Henry Purcell ... the words by Mr. Dryden ; and sett to musick by Dr. Blow." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/a36656.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 26, 2024.
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The ODE.
I.
MArk how the Lark and Linnet Sing,With rival NotesThey strain their warbling Throats,To welcome in the Spring.But in the close of Night,When Philomel begins her Heav'nly lay,They cease their mutual spight,Drink in her Musick with delight,And lift'ning and silent, and silent and list'ning, and lift'ning and silent obey.
II.
So ceas'd the rival Crew when Purcell came,They Sung no more, or only Sung his Fame.Struck dumb they all admir'd the God-like Man,The God-like Man,Alas, too soon retir'd,As He too late began.We beg not Hell, our Orpheus to restore,Had He been there,Their Sovereigns fearHad sent Him back before.The pow'r of Harmony too well they knew,He long e'er this had Tun'd their jarring Sphere,And left no Hell below.
III.
The Heav'nly Quire, who heard his Notes from high,Let down the Scale of Musick from the Sky:They handed him along,And all the way He taught, and all the way they Sung.Ye Brethren of the Lyre, and tunefull Voice,Lament his lott: but at your own rejoyce.Now live secure and linger out your days,The Gods are pleas'd alone with Purcell's Layes,Nor know to mend their Choice.
FINIS.
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