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ON AMANDA'S SINGING BIRD:
A native of the Canary Islands, confined in a small cage.
“Happy in my native grove,
I from spray to spray did rove,
Fond of music, full of love.
I from spray to spray did rove,
Fond of music, full of love.
Dressed as fine as bird could be,
Every thing that I did see,
Every thing was mirth to me.
Every thing that I did see,
Every thing was mirth to me.
There had I been, happy still,
With my mate to coo and bill
In the vale, or on the hill.
With my mate to coo and bill
In the vale, or on the hill.
But the cruel tyrant, man,
(Tyrant since the world began)
Soon abridged my little span.
(Tyrant since the world began)
Soon abridged my little span.
How shall I the wrong forget!
Over me he threw a net;
And I am his prisoner yet.
Over me he threw a net;
And I am his prisoner yet.
To this rough Bermudian shore
Ocean I was hurried o'er,
Ne'er to see my country more!
Ocean I was hurried o'er,
Ne'er to see my country more!
To a narrow cage confined
I, who once so gaily shined,
Sing to please the human kind.
I, who once so gaily shined,
Sing to please the human kind.
Dear Amanda!—leave me free,
And my notes will sweeter be;
On your breast, or in the tree!
And my notes will sweeter be;
On your breast, or in the tree!
On your arm I would repose—
One—oh make me—of your beaus—
There I would relate my woes.
One—oh make me—of your beaus—
There I would relate my woes.
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Now, all love, and full of play,
I so innocently gay,
Pine my little life away.
I so innocently gay,
Pine my little life away.
Thus to grieve and flutter here,
Thus to pine from year to year;
This is usage too severe.
Thus to pine from year to year;
This is usage too severe.
From the chiefs who rule this isle,
I will never court a smile;
All, with them, is prison style.
I will never court a smile;
All, with them, is prison style.
But from your superior mind
Let me but my freedom find,
And I will be all resigned.
Let me but my freedom find,
And I will be all resigned.
Then your kiss will hold me fast—
If but once by you embraced,
In your 'kerchief I will rest.—
If but once by you embraced,
In your 'kerchief I will rest.—
Gentle shepherds of the plain,
Who so fondly hear my strain;
Help me to be free again.
Who so fondly hear my strain;
Help me to be free again.
'Tis a blessing to be free:—
Fair Amanda!—pity me,
Pity him who sings for thee.
Fair Amanda!—pity me,
Pity him who sings for thee.
But if, cruel, you deny
That your captive bird should fly,
Here detained so wrongfully,
That your captive bird should fly,
Here detained so wrongfully,
Full of anguish, faint with woe,
I must, with my music, go
To the cypress groves below.
I must, with my music, go
To the cypress groves below.
1782
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