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IMITATION OF AMANTE IRRESOLUTO.
Canzonetta Pastorale.
Alas, my heart, without a guide
Thou wand'rest near love's treacherous shore;
Say, wilt thou stem the glittering tide,
Or haste its beauties to explore?
Ah! yon fair vale too much delights me,
And I must go where love invites me!
Thou wand'rest near love's treacherous shore;
Say, wilt thou stem the glittering tide,
Or haste its beauties to explore?
Ah! yon fair vale too much delights me,
And I must go where love invites me!
Oh, she who knows how much I've lov'd her,
She, who triumphs where she will,
Reigns in beauty—but I've prov'd her
Cruel, wav'ring, faithless, still!
Why should her frowns, her scorn delight me?—
I'll fly—tho' love himself invite me.
She, who triumphs where she will,
Reigns in beauty—but I've prov'd her
Cruel, wav'ring, faithless, still!
Why should her frowns, her scorn delight me?—
I'll fly—tho' love himself invite me.
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Too true, no smile my bosom calms,
Too true, she's cruel, false and vain!
But ah! not less her magic charms!—
Still, still I cannot quit my chain.
No, no, her ev'ry look delights me,
I go—I fly where love invites me!
Too true, she's cruel, false and vain!
But ah! not less her magic charms!—
Still, still I cannot quit my chain.
No, no, her ev'ry look delights me,
I go—I fly where love invites me!
Oh, how could I in anger name her!
Joy and beauty round her grow;
I was cruel e'er to blame her—
I was false to call her so.
With all her faults she still delights me,
With joy I haste where love invites me.
Joy and beauty round her grow;
I was cruel e'er to blame her—
I was false to call her so.
With all her faults she still delights me,
With joy I haste where love invites me.
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