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Lines from ACIS and GALATEA.
I. AIR.
The Flocks shall leave the Mountains,
The Woods the Turtle-Dove,
The Nymphs forsake the Fountains
Ere I forsake my Love.
The Woods the Turtle-Dove,
The Nymphs forsake the Fountains
Ere I forsake my Love.
Not Showers to Larks so pleasing,
Nor Sunshine to the Bee;
Nor Sleep to Toil so easing
As these dear Smiles to me.
Nor Sunshine to the Bee;
Nor Sleep to Toil so easing
As these dear Smiles to me.
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II. CHORUS
Wretched Lovers, Fate has pastThis sad Decree, no Joy shall last.
Wretched Lovers, quit your Dream,
Behold the Monster, Polypheme.
See what ample Strides he takes,
The Mountain nods, the Forest shakes,
The Waves run frighted to the Shores.
Hark! how the thund'ring Giant roars.
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