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NO more, fond youth the strains prolong,
Break off, break off, the plaintive song;
With mandate high from spheres above,
Our golden harps are strung to Love!
In ev'ry flow'r that nature blows,
Breeze that fans, and wave that flows;
On earth, in ocean, and in air,
Love is the sov'reign bliss, the universal prayer.
Break off, break off, the plaintive song;
With mandate high from spheres above,
Our golden harps are strung to Love!
In ev'ry flow'r that nature blows,
Breeze that fans, and wave that flows;
On earth, in ocean, and in air,
Love is the sov'reign bliss, the universal prayer.
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'Tis Love sustains the starry choir,
Love is the elemental fire;
Ah! naught in thy mortality,
Nor ev'n in our eternity,
Like Love can charm, like Love can bless,
The sun and soul of happiness;
Love is to ev'ry Muse allied,
Touches each tuneful chord, and spreads the chorus wide.
Love is the elemental fire;
Ah! naught in thy mortality,
Nor ev'n in our eternity,
Like Love can charm, like Love can bless,
The sun and soul of happiness;
Love is to ev'ry Muse allied,
Touches each tuneful chord, and spreads the chorus wide.
'Tis ours to waft the Lover's sighs,
Swift to the Nymph for whom they rise;
And gently as we strike the string,
Convey the Nymph's on rosy wing.
Absence, tho' it wounds, endears,
Soft its sorrows, sweet its tears;
Pains that please, and joys that weep,
Trickle like healing balm, and o'er the bosom creep.
Swift to the Nymph for whom they rise;
And gently as we strike the string,
Convey the Nymph's on rosy wing.
Absence, tho' it wounds, endears,
Soft its sorrows, sweet its tears;
Pains that please, and joys that weep,
Trickle like healing balm, and o'er the bosom creep.
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Love and Sorrow, Twins, were born
On a shining show'ry morn,
'Twas in prime of April weather,
When it shone and rain'd together;
He who never Sorrow knew,
Never felt Affections true;
Never felt true Passion's power,
Love's sun and dew combine, to nurse the tender flow'r.
On a shining show'ry morn,
'Twas in prime of April weather,
When it shone and rain'd together;
He who never Sorrow knew,
Never felt Affections true;
Never felt true Passion's power,
Love's sun and dew combine, to nurse the tender flow'r.
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