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[Softly breath, ye musky Gales!]
Softly breath, ye musky Gales!
Phæbe lies in yonder Shade;
Little, warbling Nightingales
Lull to Rest the Sleeping Maid.
Cupids, hov'ring round her Head,
Their silken Wings Indulgent spread.
Phæbe lies in yonder Shade;
Little, warbling Nightingales
Lull to Rest the Sleeping Maid.
Cupids, hov'ring round her Head,
Their silken Wings Indulgent spread.
Gently flow, ye silver Streams!
Gently to your Parent-Deep,
Melt her Soul with tender Dreams,
As purling by the Nymph ye creep:
Ev'ry Stream and whisp'ring Wind,
All conspire to sooth her Mind.
Gently to your Parent-Deep,
Melt her Soul with tender Dreams,
As purling by the Nymph ye creep:
Ev'ry Stream and whisp'ring Wind,
All conspire to sooth her Mind.
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Should the tender Thing but dream,
Should kind Visions to her flee,
Should Florelio be the Theme,
Should her Dreams be all of Me,
Long may Phæbe take her Rest!
Long, Florelio! be Thou bless'd!
Should kind Visions to her flee,
Should Florelio be the Theme,
Should her Dreams be all of Me,
Long may Phæbe take her Rest!
Long, Florelio! be Thou bless'd!
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