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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow
(Soprano/Tenor,Violin,Continuo)
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Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow
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Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs) (Temple of Apollo)
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Publ. c.1747, titled The Adieu.
Lyrics: Tobias Smollett
Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow,
Ye vernal airs that softly blow,
Ye plains by blooming Spring array'd,
Ye birds that warble thro' the glade.
Unhurt from you my soul could fly,
Nor drop one tear, nor heave one sigh;
But forc'd from Celia's smiles to part,
All joy deserts my drooping heart.
Oh, fairer than the rosy morn,
When flow'rs the dewy fields adorn,
Unsullied as the genial ray
That warms the gentle breeze of May;
Thy charms divinely sweet appear,
And add new splendour to the year;
Improve the day with fresh delight,
And gild with joy the dreary night.
Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow,
Ye vernal airs that softly blow,
Ye plains by blooming Spring array'd,
Ye birds that warble thro' the glade.
Unhurt from you my soul could fly,
Nor drop one tear, nor heave one sigh;
But forc'd from Celia's smiles to part,
All joy deserts my drooping heart.
Oh, fairer than the rosy morn,
When flow'rs the dewy fields adorn,
Unsullied as the genial ray
That warms the gentle breeze of May;
Thy charms divinely sweet appear,
And add new splendour to the year;
Improve the day with fresh delight,
And gild with joy the dreary night.

