Poems on several occasions By H. Carey. The Third Edition, much enlarged |
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A Sorrowful Lamentation For the Loss of a MAN and no MAN. |
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A Sorrowful Lamentation For the Loss of a MAN and no MAN.
As Musing I rang'd in the Meads all alone,
A beautiful Creature was making her Moan;
Oh! the Tears they did trickle so fast from her Eyes,
That she pierc'd both the Air, and my Heart with her Cries.
A beautiful Creature was making her Moan;
Oh! the Tears they did trickle so fast from her Eyes,
That she pierc'd both the Air, and my Heart with her Cries.
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I gently requested the Cause of her Moan,
She told me her lov'd Senesino was flown;
And in that sad Posture she'd ever remain,
Unless the dear Creature would come back again.
She told me her lov'd Senesino was flown;
And in that sad Posture she'd ever remain,
Unless the dear Creature would come back again.
Why, who is this Mortal so cruel, said I,
That draws such a Stream from so lovely an Eye?
He must be a base and a false hearted Man:
This fann'd but her Sorrows, and thus she began:
That draws such a Stream from so lovely an Eye?
He must be a base and a false hearted Man:
This fann'd but her Sorrows, and thus she began:
'Tis neither for Man or for Woman, said she,
That thus in lamenting I water the Lee;
But 'tis for a Singer so charming and sweet,
Whose Musick, alass! I shall never forget.
That thus in lamenting I water the Lee;
But 'tis for a Singer so charming and sweet,
Whose Musick, alass! I shall never forget.
Perhaps 'tis some Linnet or Blackbird said I,
Perhaps 'tis your Sky Lark has ta'en to the Sky;
Come dry up your Tears, and abandon your Grief;
Another I'll get but I'll give you Relief.
Perhaps 'tis your Sky Lark has ta'en to the Sky;
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Another I'll get but I'll give you Relief.
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Linnet, no Blackbird, no Sky-Lark, said she,
But one who is better by far than all Three;
My Dear Senesino, for whom thus I Cry,
Is sweeter than all the wing'd Songsters that fly.
But one who is better by far than all Three;
My Dear Senesino, for whom thus I Cry,
Is sweeter than all the wing'd Songsters that fly.
Perhaps, pretty Creature! your Parrot is flown;
Your Monkey, or Lap-Dog occasion your Moan?
To all my Surmises she answer'd me noh,
And sob'd out eternally Se-ne-si-noh!
Your Monkey, or Lap-Dog occasion your Moan?
To all my Surmises she answer'd me noh,
And sob'd out eternally Se-ne-si-noh!
For Heaven's Sake, dear Creature! your Sorrows unfold,
To ease you, I'll spare not for Silver or Gold:
But still she reply'd, ah! alas 'tis in vain,
Nor Silver nor Gold can recall him again.
To ease you, I'll spare not for Silver or Gold:
But still she reply'd, ah! alas 'tis in vain,
Nor Silver nor Gold can recall him again.
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A Curse upon Silver, a Curse upon Gold!
That could not my dear Senesino with-hold;
'Twas Gold that first tempted him over the Main,
'Tis Gold has transported him thither again.
That could not my dear Senesino with-hold;
'Twas Gold that first tempted him over the Main,
'Tis Gold has transported him thither again.
Adieu to Faustina, Cuzzoni likewise,
Whom Parties of Courtiers extol to the Skies;
Adieu to the Op'ra, adieu to the Ball!
My Darling is gone; and a Fig for them all.
Whom Parties of Courtiers extol to the Skies;
Adieu to the Op'ra, adieu to the Ball!
My Darling is gone; and a Fig for them all.
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