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Edward Smith Biggs
(d.1833)
Ah! me! With that false one
(S.A.T.B.)
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"A favorite Irish air. Harmonized as a glee for 4 voices by Mr Biggs. The words by Mrs Opie". Pub. 1803.
Lyrics: Amelia Opie
Ah! Me! With that false one, how swiftly time passed!
Time ever remember'd! too happy to last!
But oh! Speak not his name, source of tender regret,
For it pleasures recalls I had better forget.
Be still then, my heart, and thy fondness restrain,
Long treasur'd for one, but ah! treasur'd in vain;
Forget that to love me for ever he swore,
And only remember he loves me no more.
O say, is there aught that kind fate can bestow,
So dear as true passion's first delicate glow,
When hearts, deeply conscious, repress the fond sigh,
While the mutual avowal still beams from his eye?
But cease, foolish heart, on such moments to dwell,
Forget the fond meeting and fonder farewell;
Forget that to love me for ever he swore,
And only remember he loves me no more.
Ah! Me! With that false one, how swiftly time passed!
Time ever remember'd! too happy to last!
But oh! Speak not his name, source of tender regret,
For it pleasures recalls I had better forget.
Be still then, my heart, and thy fondness restrain,
Long treasur'd for one, but ah! treasur'd in vain;
Forget that to love me for ever he swore,
And only remember he loves me no more.
O say, is there aught that kind fate can bestow,
So dear as true passion's first delicate glow,
When hearts, deeply conscious, repress the fond sigh,
While the mutual avowal still beams from his eye?
But cease, foolish heart, on such moments to dwell,
Forget the fond meeting and fonder farewell;
Forget that to love me for ever he swore,
And only remember he loves me no more.