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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 161 |
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WILLIAM CONGREVE (1670-1729)
AMORET
F
AIR Amoret is gone astray; Pursue and seek her, ev'ry lover; I'll tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover.
Coquet and coy at once her air,
Both studied, though both seem neglected ; Careless she is with artful care,
Affecting to seem unaffected.
With skill her eyes dart every glance,
Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them;
For she'd persuade they wound by chance, Though certain aim and art direct them.
She likes herself, yet others hates For that within herself she prizes;
And, while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
EXTRACTS FROM THE " MOURNING BRIDE "
M
USIC has charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read, that things inanimate have moved, And, as with living souls, have been informed By magic numbers and persuasive sound. |
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