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1 | Hence, vain deluding joys | | 1:23 |
2 | Sometimes let gorgeous Tragedy | | 3:35 |
3 | But oh! sad vergin, that thy power | | 5:50 |
4 | Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career-Populous cities please me then | | 3:46 |
5 | There let Hymen oft appear | | 2:12 |
6 | Me, when the sun begins to fling | | 0:48 |
7 | Hide me from Day's garish eye | | 3:39 |
8 | I'll to the well-trod stage anon | | 1:55 |
9 | And ever against eating cares | | 2:37 |
10 | Orpheus 'self may heave his head | | 2:42 |
11 | These delights, if thou canst give | | 3:14 |
12 | But let my due feet never fail-There let the pealing organ blow | | 2:43 |
13 | May at last my weary age | | 5:10 |
14 | These pleasures, Melancholy, give | | 4:00 |
15 | Hence, boast not, ye profane | | 0:29 |
16 | Come, with native lustre shine | | 2:50 |
17 | Sweet Temp'rance in thy right hand bear | | 2:36 |
18 | Come, with gentle hand restrain | | 1:52 |
19 | No more short life they then will spend-Each action will derive new grace | | 2:54 |
20 | As steals the morn upon the night | | 5:55 |
21 | Thy pleasures, Moderation, give | | 3:06 |