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Elizabeth Turner
(fl.1750 - 1756)
When Delamira shews her face
(T.Vn.Continuo)
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Published in "Twelve Songs with Symphonies", London, c.1750.
Lyrics: Anon
When Delamira shews her face,
The killing air, the melting grace!
A thousand lovers round her fly,
A thousand for her beauties sigh.
In her smooth cheeks are fondly spread
The lilies white, the roses red;
But never odours of the Spring,
Such incense as her breath could bring.
What raptures does her voice dispense!
How soft the sounds! how strong the sense!
The sweetness reconciles the smart
And, whilst it conquers, mends the heart.
When other dangers bend the bow,
We fly the field or quit the foe;
But here a diff'rent turn is found:
We court the dart and kiss the wound.
When Delamira shews her face,
The killing air, the melting grace!
A thousand lovers round her fly,
A thousand for her beauties sigh.
In her smooth cheeks are fondly spread
The lilies white, the roses red;
But never odours of the Spring,
Such incense as her breath could bring.
What raptures does her voice dispense!
How soft the sounds! how strong the sense!
The sweetness reconciles the smart
And, whilst it conquers, mends the heart.
When other dangers bend the bow,
We fly the field or quit the foe;
But here a diff'rent turn is found:
We court the dart and kiss the wound.