The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . is neer fo undone, with fuch Blifs in his View- Was ever a Nymph fo hard-hearted, as mine?She knows me fincere, and fhe fees how I pine;She does not difdain me, nor frown in her Wrath,But calmly, and mildly, refigns me to Death. She calls me her Friend; but her Lover denies :She fmiles when Im chearful, but hears not my Sighs:A Bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an Air,Infpires me with Hope, and yet bids me defpair! I SONGS. 107 I fall at her Feet, and implore her with Tears;Her Anfw
The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . is neer fo undone, with fuch Blifs in his View- Was ever a Nymph fo hard-hearted, as mine?She knows me fincere, and fhe fees how I pine;She does not difdain me, nor frown in her Wrath,But calmly, and mildly, refigns me to Death. She calls me her Friend; but her Lover denies :She fmiles when Im chearful, but hears not my Sighs:A Bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an Air,Infpires me with Hope, and yet bids me defpair! I SONGS. 107 I fall at her Feet, and implore her with Tears;Her Anfwer confounds, while her Manner endears;When foftly (lie tells me to hope no Relief,My trembling Lips blefs her in fpite of my Grief. By Night while I (lumber, (till haunted with Care,I (tart up in Anguifh, and figh for the Fair:The Fair fleeps in Peace, may (he ever do fo!And, only when dreaming, imagine my Woe. Then gaze at a Diftance, nor farther afpire,Nor think (he fhould love, whom (he cannot all thy Complaining, and, dying her Slave,Commend her to Heavn, and thy felf to the Grave. For the 4c io8 $ O N Q R LOVE, or W I N E.
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