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Twelve songs set to music by William Jackson of Exeter, Op. 7. London, c.1775.
Lyrics: Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Now Philomel renews her tender strain,
Indulging all the night her pleasing pain.
I sought the grove to hear the wanton sing;
There saw a face more beauteous than the Spring;
A face divine, where thousand glories play,
More bright, more lovely than the sunny ray!
In vain I'm promis'd such a heav'nly prize
Ah! cruel fair one, who delay'st my joys!
Tho' thy bright charms inflame my am'rous heart,
I dare not snatch one kiss to ease the smart.
When will the hour of wish'd-for bliss arrive;
Must I wait longer; can I wait and live?
I loathe the light and sleep forsakes my eyes;
Turn thee, my fairest e'er thy lover dies,
Sinking to earth. I sigh one last adieu.
Call me my goddess and my life renew,
My queen, my angel, my fond heart's desire.
Pity that passion which thy charms inspire.
Now Philomel renews her tender strain,
Indulging all the night her pleasing pain.
I sought the grove to hear the wanton sing;
There saw a face more beauteous than the Spring;
A face divine, where thousand glories play,
More bright, more lovely than the sunny ray!
In vain I'm promis'd such a heav'nly prize
Ah! cruel fair one, who delay'st my joys!
Tho' thy bright charms inflame my am'rous heart,
I dare not snatch one kiss to ease the smart.
When will the hour of wish'd-for bliss arrive;
Must I wait longer; can I wait and live?
I loathe the light and sleep forsakes my eyes;
Turn thee, my fairest e'er thy lover dies,
Sinking to earth. I sigh one last adieu.
Call me my goddess and my life renew,
My queen, my angel, my fond heart's desire.
Pity that passion which thy charms inspire.