Abimelech an oratorio. As it is performed at the theatre-royal in Covent-Garden [by Christopher Smart]. The Music by Mr. Arnold |
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AIR.
There is no rose to minds in grief;
There is no lilly for despair;
Tears and distraction are relief,
And yews and willows we must wear.
There is no lilly for despair;
Tears and distraction are relief,
And yews and willows we must wear.
All nature's blandishments are vain
From flow'ry turf, or azure sky,
And grottoes, where the groans of pain
In sadly sounding echoes die.
From flow'ry turf, or azure sky,
And grottoes, where the groans of pain
In sadly sounding echoes die.
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