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Elizabeth Turner
(fl.1750 - 1756)
Come lyrist, tune thy harp
(S./T.2Vn.Continuo)
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Come lyrist, tune thy harp
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Published in "A Collection of Songs with Symphonies", London, 1756.
Lyrics: Anacreon (trans. William Broome)
Come lyrist, tune thy harp and play
Responsive to my vocal lay;
Ah! Gently touch it while I sing
The rose, the glory of the Spring.
When Venus, from the ocean's bed,
Rais'd o'er the waves her lovely head,
To grace the world, the teeming Earth
(With fragrance) gave the infant birth.
In fabled song and tuneful lays,
The fav'rite rose the Muses praise;
To pluck the rose, the virgin train
With blood their pretty fingers stain.
See how they wave the charming toy;
Now kiss, now snuff the fragrant joy;
Nor dread the pointed terrors round,
Which threaten and inflict a wound.
Oh! ever lovely, ever sweet,
The object where thy beauties meet;
Aurora, with a blushing ray
And rosy fingers spreads the day.
The Graces more enchanting show,
When rosy blushes paint their snow;
And ev'ry pleas'd beholder seeks
The rose in Delamira's cheeks.
Come lyrist, tune thy harp and play
Responsive to my vocal lay;
Ah! Gently touch it while I sing
The rose, the glory of the Spring.
When Venus, from the ocean's bed,
Rais'd o'er the waves her lovely head,
To grace the world, the teeming Earth
(With fragrance) gave the infant birth.
In fabled song and tuneful lays,
The fav'rite rose the Muses praise;
To pluck the rose, the virgin train
With blood their pretty fingers stain.
See how they wave the charming toy;
Now kiss, now snuff the fragrant joy;
Nor dread the pointed terrors round,
Which threaten and inflict a wound.
Oh! ever lovely, ever sweet,
The object where thy beauties meet;
Aurora, with a blushing ray
And rosy fingers spreads the day.
The Graces more enchanting show,
When rosy blushes paint their snow;
And ev'ry pleas'd beholder seeks
The rose in Delamira's cheeks.