Pan and Syrinx | ||
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SCENE VI.
Syrinx, Nymphs, Sylvans, and Chorus.Syr.
How sweet the warbling Linnet sings,
To usher in the new-born Day!
To usher in the new-born Day!
While gentle Winds, on balmy Wings,
Diffuse around
The Vocal Sound,
And make the Groves and Forests gay.
Diffuse around
The Vocal Sound,
And make the Groves and Forests gay.
How sweet the warbling Linnet sings,
To usher in the new-born Day!
To usher in the new-born Day!
Neglectful Nymphs!—Were you not summon'd,
Soon as the Sun should gild the Mountain's Brow,
Here on old Ladon's Banks to meet?
It suits not Cynthia's Train to loiter thus,
And frolick with licentious Sylvans.
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And do your Bosoms glow with wanton Pleasures?
Why should Love, that trifling Passion,
Which procures such certain Pain,
Be the darling Sport of Fashion,
And o'er Gods and Mortals reign?
Which procures such certain Pain,
Be the darling Sport of Fashion,
And o'er Gods and Mortals reign?
Since it fills our Hearts with Anguish,
Robs our Nights of balmy Rest,
Makes our Mirth and Pleasure languish,
Chases Reason from the Breast.
Robs our Nights of balmy Rest,
Makes our Mirth and Pleasure languish,
Chases Reason from the Breast.
Pan and Syrinx | ||