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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
Whilst I gaze on Chloe trembling
(Soprano/Tenor,Violin,Continuo)
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Whilst I gaze on Chloe trembling
(Soprano/Tenor,Violin,Continuo)
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149456 : Oswald : Whilst I gaze on Chloe trembling : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs) (Temple of Apollo)
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Publ. 1746.
Lyrics: Anon
When I gaze on Chloe trembling,
Straight her eyes my fate declare;
When she smiles I fear dissembling,
When she frowns I then despair.
Jealous of some rival lover,
If a wand'ring look she give;
Fain I would resolve to leave her,
But can sooner cease to live.
Why should I conceal my passion
Or the torments I endure?
I'll disclose my inclination;
Awful distance yields no cure.
Sure, it is not in her nature
To be cruel to her slave;
She is too divine a creature
To destroy what she can save.
Happy he, who's inclination
Warms, but with a gentle heat,
Never flies up to a passion;
Love's a torment if too great.
When the storm is once blown over,
Soon the ocean quiet grows;
But a constant, faithful lover
Seldom meets with true repose.
When I gaze on Chloe trembling,
Straight her eyes my fate declare;
When she smiles I fear dissembling,
When she frowns I then despair.
Jealous of some rival lover,
If a wand'ring look she give;
Fain I would resolve to leave her,
But can sooner cease to live.
Why should I conceal my passion
Or the torments I endure?
I'll disclose my inclination;
Awful distance yields no cure.
Sure, it is not in her nature
To be cruel to her slave;
She is too divine a creature
To destroy what she can save.
Happy he, who's inclination
Warms, but with a gentle heat,
Never flies up to a passion;
Love's a torment if too great.
When the storm is once blown over,
Soon the ocean quiet grows;
But a constant, faithful lover
Seldom meets with true repose.