Come lyrist, tune thy harp - Turner, Elizabeth

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◈ Genre → Arias ♬ Besetzung → solo high ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 1

Instrumente Basso continuo,violin

Seiten 4

CPDL Nr. 79410

Bearbeiter Christopher Shaw

Veröffentlicht 2024-03-06

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Come lyrist, tune thy harp and play Responsive to my vocal lay; Ah! Gently touch it while I sing The rose, the glory of the Spring. When Venus, from the ocean's bed, Rais'd o'er the waves her lovely head, To grace the world, the teeming Earth (With fragrance) gave the infant birth. In fabled song and tuneful lays, The fav'rite rose the Muses praise; To pluck the rose, the virgin train With blood their pretty fingers stain. See how they wave the charming toy; Now kiss, now snuff the fragrant joy; Nor dread the pointed terrors round, Which threaten and inflict a wound. Oh! ever lovely, ever sweet, The object where thy beauties meet; Aurora, with a blushing ray And rosy fingers spreads the day. The Graces more enchanting show, When rosy blushes paint their snow; And ev'ry pleas'd beholder seeks The rose in Delamira's cheeks.