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James Brooks
(1760 - 1809)
Gently touch the warbling lyre
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A glee created by Brooks by marrying Bradley's words, familiar from other glee settings, with the evergreen tune "Cease your funning", which had made an early appearance in the Beggar's Opera.
Lyrics: Arthur Bradley
Gently touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclined to rest.
Fill her soul with fond desire,
Softest notes will soothe her breast.
Pleasing dreams assist in love,
Let them all propitious prove:
Gently touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclined to rest.
On the mossy bank she lies,
Nature's verdant velvet bed;
Beauteous flowers meet her eyes,
Forming pillows for her head.
Zephyrs waft their odours round,
And indulging whispers sound.
Gently touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclined to rest.
Gently touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclined to rest.
Fill her soul with fond desire,
Softest notes will soothe her breast.
Pleasing dreams assist in love,
Let them all propitious prove:
Gently touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclined to rest.
On the mossy bank she lies,
Nature's verdant velvet bed;
Beauteous flowers meet her eyes,
Forming pillows for her head.
Zephyrs waft their odours round,
And indulging whispers sound.
Gently touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclined to rest.