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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
When Fanny I saw, as she tripp'd o'er the green
(Soprano/Tenor,Continuo)
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Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs) (Temple of Apollo)
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In 1742, Dodsley published his book of poems (one hesitates to call it an omnibuss) "Colin's Kisses: being Twelve New Songs design'd for Music"; the current piece is titled The Imaginary Kiss. Oswald accepted the challenge, and printed his settings of all twelve lyrics, under the same title, the following year.
Lyrics: Robert Dodsley
When Fanny I saw as she tripp'd o'er the green,
Fair, blooming, soft, artless and kind;
Fond love in her eyes, wit and sense in her mien,
And warmness with modesty join'd:
Transported with sudden amazement I stood,
Fast riveted down to the place;
Her delicate shape, easy motion I view'd,
And wander'd o'er every grace.
Ye Gods! what luxuriance of beauty, I cry,
What raptures must dwell in her arms!
On her lips I could feast, on her breast I could die,
O Fanny, how sweet are thy charms!
Whilst thus in idea my passion I fed,
Soft Transport my senses invade;
Young Damon stepp'd up, with the substance he fled,
And left me to kiss the dear shade.
When Fanny I saw as she tripp'd o'er the green,
Fair, blooming, soft, artless and kind;
Fond love in her eyes, wit and sense in her mien,
And warmness with modesty join'd:
Transported with sudden amazement I stood,
Fast riveted down to the place;
Her delicate shape, easy motion I view'd,
And wander'd o'er every grace.
Ye Gods! what luxuriance of beauty, I cry,
What raptures must dwell in her arms!
On her lips I could feast, on her breast I could die,
O Fanny, how sweet are thy charms!
Whilst thus in idea my passion I fed,
Soft Transport my senses invade;
Young Damon stepp'd up, with the substance he fled,
And left me to kiss the dear shade.