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‘THE VOICE OF HIM I LOVE.’
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[The name of this Song is borrowed from a Poem so called signed ‘Cesario,’ in The British Album.]
Hence far from me, ye senseless joys
That fade before ye reach the heart,....
The crowded dome's distracted noise,
Where all is pomp and useless art!
That fade before ye reach the heart,....
The crowded dome's distracted noise,
Where all is pomp and useless art!
Give me my home, to quiet dear,
Where hours untold and peaceful move;
So fate ordain I sometimes there
May hear the voice of him I love.
Where hours untold and peaceful move;
So fate ordain I sometimes there
May hear the voice of him I love.
102
I hate e'en music's pleasing power
When giddy crowds my tones attend,
But love to sing at evening's hour
To sooth the sorrows of a friend.
When giddy crowds my tones attend,
But love to sing at evening's hour
To sooth the sorrows of a friend.
I love to breathe the plaintive lays
That Henry's heart and taste approve,
For, oh! how sweet in tones of praise
Appears the voice of him I love!
That Henry's heart and taste approve,
For, oh! how sweet in tones of praise
Appears the voice of him I love!
The praises I from others hear
Some joy may to my pride impart;
But Henry's wake the rapturous tear,
For his applauses touch my heart.
Some joy may to my pride impart;
But Henry's wake the rapturous tear,
For his applauses touch my heart.
103
From busy crowds o'erjoyed I fly
With him in lonely shades to rove,
For e'en in gayest scenes I sigh
To hear the voice of him I love.
With him in lonely shades to rove,
For e'en in gayest scenes I sigh
To hear the voice of him I love.
I woo the drama's magic powers,
Seek music's ever-crowded shrine,
In learning pass the studious hours,
Or try the muse's wreath to twine;
Seek music's ever-crowded shrine,
In learning pass the studious hours,
Or try the muse's wreath to twine;
Yet still I feel a joy more dear,
Though I these pure delights approve,
When in retirement's scenes I hear
The soothing voice of him I love.
Though I these pure delights approve,
When in retirement's scenes I hear
The soothing voice of him I love.
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