The Seraglio a comic opera, in two acts: as performed at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden [by Edward Thompson] |
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AIR.
[Here each Morn, and ev'ry Eve]
Here each Morn, and ev'ry Eve,
In dewy Ray returning;
Shall share the Sorrows that I breathe,
Shall witness to my Mourning:
Echo, catch the plaintive Lay,
To her Heart discover,
How, for her, forlorn I stray,
How well, how true I love her.
In dewy Ray returning;
Shall share the Sorrows that I breathe,
Shall witness to my Mourning:
Echo, catch the plaintive Lay,
To her Heart discover,
How, for her, forlorn I stray,
How well, how true I love her.
If forbidden to renew
The Vows which once we plighted;
My Lydia's Fate I will pursue,
In Death, at least, united:
The latest Breath that warms this Clay,
At parting, shall discover;
How I sigh my Soul away,
How well, how true I love her.
The Vows which once we plighted;
My Lydia's Fate I will pursue,
In Death, at least, united:
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At parting, shall discover;
How I sigh my Soul away,
How well, how true I love her.
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