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SERENADE.
Chorus.
OH! breathe in gentle strain, my lyre!
'Tis here that beauty loves to rest:
Describe the pangs of fond desire,
Which rend a faithful lover's breast.
'Tis here that beauty loves to rest:
Describe the pangs of fond desire,
Which rend a faithful lover's breast.
Song.
In every heart to find a slave,
In every soul to fix his reign,
In bonds to lead the wise and brave,
And make the captives kiss his chain;
Such is the power of Love, and oh!
I grieve so well Love's power to know.
In every heart to find a slave,
In every soul to fix his reign,
In bonds to lead the wise and brave,
And make the captives kiss his chain;
Such is the power of Love, and oh!
I grieve so well Love's power to know.
In sighs to pass the live-long day,
To taste a short and broken sleep,
For one dear object far away,
All others scorned, to watch and weep;
Such are the pains of Love, and oh!
I grieve so well Love's pains to know.
To taste a short and broken sleep,
For one dear object far away,
All others scorned, to watch and weep;
Such are the pains of Love, and oh!
I grieve so well Love's pains to know.
To read consent in virgin eyes,
To press the lip ne'er prest till then,
To hear the sigh of transport rise,
And kiss, and kiss, and kiss again;
Such are thy pleasures, Love! But oh!
When shall my heart thy pleasures know?
To press the lip ne'er prest till then,
To hear the sigh of transport rise,
And kiss, and kiss, and kiss again;
Such are thy pleasures, Love! But oh!
When shall my heart thy pleasures know?
