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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
On a mossy bank reclin'd
(Soprano/Tenor,Continuo)
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On a mossy bank reclin'd
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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 Stolen Kiss. Oswald accepted the challenge, and printed his settings of all twelve lyrics, under the same title, the following year.
Lyrics: Robert Dodsley
On a mossy bank reclin'd,
Beauteous Chloe lay reposing;
O'er her breast each am'rous wind
Wanton play'd, its sweets disclosing:
Tempted with the swelling charms,
Colin, happy swain, drew nigh her;
Swiftly stole into her arms;
Laid his scrip and sheephook by her.
O'er her downy panting breast,
His delighted fingers roving;
To her lips his lips he press'd;
In the ecstasy of loving,
Chloe waken'd with his kiss,
Pleas'd, yet frowning to conceal it,
Cried, True lovers share the bliss;
Why then,Colin, would you steal it?
On a mossy bank reclin'd,
Beauteous Chloe lay reposing;
O'er her breast each am'rous wind
Wanton play'd, its sweets disclosing:
Tempted with the swelling charms,
Colin, happy swain, drew nigh her;
Swiftly stole into her arms;
Laid his scrip and sheephook by her.
O'er her downy panting breast,
His delighted fingers roving;
To her lips his lips he press'd;
In the ecstasy of loving,
Chloe waken'd with his kiss,
Pleas'd, yet frowning to conceal it,
Cried, True lovers share the bliss;
Why then,Colin, would you steal it?