 | Vocal Parts of An Entertainment Called Apollo and Daphne : or The Burgo-Master Trick'd |  |
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SCENE III.
The Side of a Wood.Several Huntsmen enter, and perform the following Ballad.I.
Hark, hark, the Huntsman sounds his Horn,A Call so musical chides the Drone,
Ton, ton, &c.
The Clangor wakes the drousy Morn,
The Woods re-eccho the sprightly Tone.
Ton, ton, &c.
II.
The loud-tongu'd Cry the Concert fill,Our Steeds with Neighing salute the Dawn.
Ton, ton, &c.
We mount, and now we climb the Hill,
Then swift descending we sweep the Lawn.
Ton, ton, &c.
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III.
The distant Stag our Accent hears,Our Accent, fatal to him alone,
Ton, ton, &c.
He rouzing starts, and wing'd with Fears,
Forsakes the Thicket to seek the Down.
Ton, ton, &c.
IV.
Altho' Diana claims the Field,The Woods and Forests tho' all her own,
Ton, ton, &c.
The Groves to Venus let her yield,
Where we may follow her sportive Son.
Ton, ton, &c.
V.
What Joy to trace the blooming Lass,Thro' darksome Grotto's, with Moss o'er grown,
Ton, ton, &c.
What Harmony can ours surpass,
When joining Chorus with Dove-like Moan.
Ton, ton, &c.
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VI.
In various Sports the Day thus spent,Fatigu'd with Pleasures, when Night comes on,
Ton, ton, &c.
Our Limbs tho' tir'd, our Heart's content,
With Wine regaling, all Cares we drown.
Ton, ton, &c.
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Ballad to APOLLO.
[I.]
Of thy Dart at length disarm thee,Weak is its Force on Beauty try'd;
Soon from thy Rage the Nymph can charm thee,
And know to—toure, &c.
And know to break thy swelling Pride.
II.
Or, should'st Thou, the Blow pursuing,Dare once to give thy Jav'lin Flight;
Love finds a Shield, its Force undoing,
Where with a—Toure, &c.
Where with a Laugh the Wound she'll slight.
III.
Cease to boast thy Bow resounding,Conquests are gain'd with abler Darts;
Cupid has subtler Ways of Wounding,
And with black, &c.
And with black Eyes transfixes Hearts.
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