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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
Sweet tyrant love (The Bashful Lover)
(Soprano/Tenor,Violin,Continuo)
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Sweet tyrant love (The Bashful Lover)
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149446 : Oswald : Sweet tyrant love (The Bashful Lover) : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs) (Temple of Apollo)
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Publ. c.1747.
Lyrics: James Thomson
Sweet tyrant Love,- but hear me now,
And cure while young this pleasing smart;
Or rather aid my trembling vow,
And teach me to reveal my heart.
Tell her, whose goodness is my bane,
Whose looks have smil'd my peace away,
Ah! whisper how she gives me pain,
Whilst undesigning, frank, and gay.
'Tis not for common charms I sigh,
Nor what the vulgar beauty call;
'Tis not a lip, a cheek, an eye,
But 'tis the soul that lights them all!
For that I drop this tender tear,
For that I breathe this artless moan;
Oh! whisper love into her ear,
And make the bashful lover known.
Sweet tyrant Love,- but hear me now,
And cure while young this pleasing smart;
Or rather aid my trembling vow,
And teach me to reveal my heart.
Tell her, whose goodness is my bane,
Whose looks have smil'd my peace away,
Ah! whisper how she gives me pain,
Whilst undesigning, frank, and gay.
'Tis not for common charms I sigh,
Nor what the vulgar beauty call;
'Tis not a lip, a cheek, an eye,
But 'tis the soul that lights them all!
For that I drop this tender tear,
For that I breathe this artless moan;
Oh! whisper love into her ear,
And make the bashful lover known.