Lyrics: William Wennington

Cease, cruel love, too oft haste thou strove.
Little tyrant, my breast to delude from its rest.
Haste thee, Bacchus, radiant boy
Thy clust'ring purple twine.
And bring again the long-lost joy;
The joy that once was mine.
Away then every freezing care,
My soul, no more a slave,
Its stolen bliss anew shall share,
Amid the sparkling wave.
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William Wennington
(fl.1795 - 1800)

Cease, cruel love


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