Is there a charm, ye powers above - Carey, Henry

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"This version, with this figured bass, from "Universal Harmony", London, 1746. The song appeared in several similar collections."

⌛ Epoche → Barock ◈ Genre → Art songs ♬ Besetzung → solo high ¶ Sprache → Englisch

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Instrumente Basso continuo

Seiten 1

CPDL Nr. 69244

Bearbeiter Christopher Shaw

Veröffentlicht 2022-05-15

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Is there a charm, ye pow'rs above, To ease a wounded breast; Thro' reason's glass to look at love, To wish and yet to rest? Let wisdom boast, 'tis all in vain, An empire o'er the mind; 'Tis beauty, beauty holds the chain And triumphs o'er mankind. Thrice happy birds, who on the spray Unartful notes prolong: Your feather'd mates reward the lay, And yield to pow'rful song. By nature fierce, without control, The human savage ran; Till love refin'd his stubborn soul, And civilized the man. Verse turns aside the tyrant's rage, And cheers the drooping slave; It wins a smile from hoary age, And disappoints the grave. The force of numbers must succeed, And soothe each other ear; Tho' my fond cause should Phoebus plead, He'd find a Daphne here. Did heav'n such wondrous gifts produce To curse our wretched race; Say, must we all the heart accuse, And yet approve the face? Thus in the sun, bedropp'd with gold, The basking adder lies; The swain admires each shining fold, Then grasps the snake and dies.