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Robert Broderip
(1758 - 1808)
Adieu the sweets of verdant spring
(T.T.B.)
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From Broderip's "Miscellaneous collection of vocal music" published as his Op. IX.
Lyrics: Anon
Adieu the sweets of verdant spring
Adieu the charms that seasons bring,
The op'ning bud, the flow'r-clad plain
For me no more their bloom restrain.
Now welcome dreary darksome shades,
Where nought save horror's gloom invades,
Each hour to grief I now resign,
For Daphne never can be mine.
That form divine, those blooming charms,
Are doomed to bless another's arms,
While hopeless Damon's love-torn breast
Must pensive sigh, nor taste of rest.
But Daphne, though we now must part,
You still shall live within my heart;
That heart to love's soft feelings true
Which, whilst it beats, shall beat for you.
Adieu the sweets of verdant spring
Adieu the charms that seasons bring,
The op'ning bud, the flow'r-clad plain
For me no more their bloom restrain.
Now welcome dreary darksome shades,
Where nought save horror's gloom invades,
Each hour to grief I now resign,
For Daphne never can be mine.
That form divine, those blooming charms,
Are doomed to bless another's arms,
While hopeless Damon's love-torn breast
Must pensive sigh, nor taste of rest.
But Daphne, though we now must part,
You still shall live within my heart;
That heart to love's soft feelings true
Which, whilst it beats, shall beat for you.