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The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||
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ANACREONTIC SONG.
TO MY LUTE.
What shade and what stillness around!
Let us seek the lov'd cot of the fair;
There soften her sleep with thy sound,
And banish each phantom of care.
Let us seek the lov'd cot of the fair;
There soften her sleep with thy sound,
And banish each phantom of care.
The virgin may wake to thy strain,
And be sooth'd, nay, be pleas'd with thy song;
Alas! she may pity the swain,
And fancy his sorrows too long.
And be sooth'd, nay, be pleas'd with thy song;
Alas! she may pity the swain,
And fancy his sorrows too long.
Could thy voice give a smile to her cheek,
What a joy, what a rapture were mine!
Then for ever thy fame would I speak—
O my lute, what a triumph were thine!
What a joy, what a rapture were mine!
Then for ever thy fame would I speak—
O my lute, what a triumph were thine!
Ah! whisper kind love in her ear,
And sweetly my wishes impart;
Say, the swain who adores her, is near;
Say, thy sounds are the sighs of his heart.
And sweetly my wishes impart;
Say, the swain who adores her, is near;
Say, thy sounds are the sighs of his heart.
The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||