Let not rage, thy bosom firing - Arne, Thomas

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"An air from his opera Artaxerxes, redrafted by Arne as a four part glee for the Earl of Eglinton, a founder member of the Catch Club."

⌛ Period → Classical ◈ Genre → Glees ♬ Voicing → ATTB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 7

CPDL # 66628

Editor Christopher Shaw

Posted 2021-11-08

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¶Lyrics / Text

Let not rage, thy bosom firing, Pity's gentle claim remove; Spare a heart that's just expiring, Forced by duty, racked by love. Each ungentle thought suspending, Judge of mine by thy soft breast; Nor with rancour never-ending, Heap fresh sorrows on th' opprest. Heav'n, that ev'ry joy has crossed, Ne'er my wretched state can mend. I at once have lost Father, brother, lover, friend.