't was at the royal feast
Timotheus, plac'd on high
The song began from Jove
The list'ning crowd
With ravish'd ears
The praise of Bacchus
Bacchus, ever fair and young
Sooth'd with the sound
He chose a mournful Muse
He sung Darius, great and good
With downcast looks
Behold Darius great and good
The mighty master, mild smil'd to see
Softly sweet in Lydian measures
War, he sung, is toil and trouble
The many rend the skies
The prince, unable to conceal
The many rend the skies Part II
Now strike the golden Lyre again
Revenge Timotheus cries
Give this vengeance due
The princes applaud
Thais led the way
Thus, long ago
Let old Timotheus yield the prize
Let old Timotheus Yield the prize
Your voices tune
Let's imitate her notes above
Your voices tune and raise
Come, Blooming boy
There the brisk sparkling nectar drain
While for thy arms that Beauty glows
Away, mistaken wretch, away
This menly youth's exalted mind
Rise, youth! exalt thyself and me
Go, assert thy hean'nly race
In peace, in war
So shalt thou gain immortal praise
Hearst thou, what dangers
Turn thee, youth, to Joy and Love
Short is my way - Oh cease, enchanting Siren
Yet can I hear that dulcet lay
Enjoy the sweet Elysian grove
Oh! wither, Reason, dost thou fly?
Where shall I go?
Mount, mount the steep ascent!
Mount, mount the steep ascent
The sounds breathe fire celestial
Lead, Goddess, lead the way
Virtue will place three