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Elegy VI from "Elegies for three Voices with an accompanyment for a Harpsichord and Violoncello Composed by Thomas Linley of Bath. London. Printed by P, Welcher in Gerrard Street, Soho, for the Author, and sold at his house in Bath; and at the Music Shops, where may be had the Opera of ye Royal Merchant by the same Author." c.1770.
Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer
In thousand thoughts of love and thee,
Restless I wake the tedious night,
And wish the day. As if the day
Could comfort bring as well as light.
Then walk the fields; the cheerful birds
With early song salute the morn,
Each with his mate, while I alone
Wander despairing and forlorn.
Cease your notes, ye birds of joy,
And let the mournful nightingale,
That loves to weep, prevent the spring,
And tell her grief to ev'ry vale.
I'll weep with her and tell my woes,
Thus doomed forever to complain,
In mournful sounds Emira's loss,
My killing grief and endless pain.
In thousand thoughts of love and thee,
Restless I wake the tedious night,
And wish the day. As if the day
Could comfort bring as well as light.
Then walk the fields; the cheerful birds
With early song salute the morn,
Each with his mate, while I alone
Wander despairing and forlorn.
Cease your notes, ye birds of joy,
And let the mournful nightingale,
That loves to weep, prevent the spring,
And tell her grief to ev'ry vale.
I'll weep with her and tell my woes,
Thus doomed forever to complain,
In mournful sounds Emira's loss,
My killing grief and endless pain.