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The busy bee, or, vocal repository. Being a selection of the most favourite songs, &c. contained in the English operas, that have been sung at the public gardens, and written for select societies
Anonymous
Paperback. RareBooksClub.com 2013-04-21.
ISBN 9781236572165
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1790* edition. Excerpt: ...mine? Then why fhou'd I feek to debafe her to mine 7 No! henceforth efteem mall govern defire, : And in due fubjeftion, Return warm affeftion; To mew that felf-love inflames not my fire, And that no other fwain can more humble admire. When paffion mall ceafe to rage in my breafl Then quiet return-ing, Shall hum my fad mourning, And, lord of myfelf, in abfolute reft, I'll hug the condition which, heav'n fhall think beft. Thus friendship unmix'd, and wholly refin'd, May ftill be reipefted, Tho' love is rejefted: Eliza fhall own, tho' to love not inclined, That fhe ne'er had a friend like her lover refign'ii. May the fortunate youth, who hereafter mail woOj With profp'rous endeavour. And gain her dear favour, Know as well as I, what to Eliza is due;. Be much more deferving, but never lefs truev V-CXLIV, A.NN thou wert my ain thing, I wou'd love thee, I wou'd love thee;' Ann thou wert my ain thing, So dearly I wou'd love thee. I wou'd clafp thee in my arms, I'd fecure thee from all harms, Above all mortals thou haft charms, So dearly I do love thee. Of race divine thou needs mu.1 be, Since naithing earthly equals thee; For heaven's fake, oh! favour me. Who only live to love thee. The gods one thing peculiar have, To ruin none whom they can favef, . Oh! for theii fake, fupport a flave, Who only lives to love thee. To merit I no claim can make, , . But that I love, and for thy fake, What man can name, I'll undertake 1 So dearly I do'love thee. My paffion, conftant as the fun, Flames ftronger ftill, will ne'er have done, Till fates my thread of life have fpun, Which breathing out, I'll love thee. Like bees that fuck the morning dew, Frae flowers of fweeteft fcent and hue, Sae wad I dwell upo' thy mou, And gar the gods envy me. ' wat ye wha I met
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The busy bee, or, vocal repository. Being a selection of the most favourite songs, &c. contained in the English operas, that have been sung at the public gardens, and written for select societies
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