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Reginald Spofforth
(1770 - 1827)
In this recess, this melancholy shade
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the thirtieth collection.
Lyrics: ? Hawes
In this recess, this melancholy shade,
Where fleeting phantoms haunt the silent glade;
Where gloomy paths in endless turnings twine,
As best befits a venomed pang like mine;
Devoted unto sorrow here I rove,
Unhappy in my friendship as my love;
While busy thought reflects on former scenes,
On cherished follies and fantastic dreams.
Yet why this grief, why murmur at my fate,
Of vanished joys that bear so short a date?
Though death has struck the tender nymph I love,
She treads, I trust, ethereal fields above.
In this recess, this melancholy shade,
Where fleeting phantoms haunt the silent glade;
Where gloomy paths in endless turnings twine,
As best befits a venomed pang like mine;
Devoted unto sorrow here I rove,
Unhappy in my friendship as my love;
While busy thought reflects on former scenes,
On cherished follies and fantastic dreams.
Yet why this grief, why murmur at my fate,
Of vanished joys that bear so short a date?
Though death has struck the tender nymph I love,
She treads, I trust, ethereal fields above.