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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)

Soft pleasing pains (full accompaniment)
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Violins,Continuo)
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Publ. London. "Sung at Vauxhall by Miss Young". A version for keyboard-only accompaniment is also available.
Lyrics: Anon
Soft pleasing pains, unknown before,
My beating bosom feels,
When I behold the blissful bow'r,
Where dearest Delia dwells;
That way I daily drive my flock,
Ah, happy, happy vale;
There look and wish and, while I look,
My sighs increase the gale.
Sometimes at midnight do I stray
Beneath inclement skies,
And there my true devotion pay
To Delia's sleep-seal'd eyes:
So pious pilgrims nightly roam,
With tedious travel faint,
To kiss alone the clay-cold tomb
Of some loved fav'rite saint.
O tell, ye shades that hold my fair,
And all my bliss contain,
Ah, why should ye those blessings share,
For which I sigh in vain.
Yet let me not at Fate repine,
Nor thus my griefs impart;
She's not your tenant, she is mine;
Her mansion is my heart.
Soft pleasing pains, unknown before,
My beating bosom feels,
When I behold the blissful bow'r,
Where dearest Delia dwells;
That way I daily drive my flock,
Ah, happy, happy vale;
There look and wish and, while I look,
My sighs increase the gale.
Sometimes at midnight do I stray
Beneath inclement skies,
And there my true devotion pay
To Delia's sleep-seal'd eyes:
So pious pilgrims nightly roam,
With tedious travel faint,
To kiss alone the clay-cold tomb
Of some loved fav'rite saint.
O tell, ye shades that hold my fair,
And all my bliss contain,
Ah, why should ye those blessings share,
For which I sigh in vain.
Yet let me not at Fate repine,
Nor thus my griefs impart;
She's not your tenant, she is mine;
Her mansion is my heart.

