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NYG(B.738.007
14-27 Mar 1738:22,31 (646)
AN ODE FOR THE NEW-YEAR
Recitativo
Monarch of verse, and muses, joyn;
While from your cheeks the cry that [ ] bow,
Let weeping airs & mournful words combine
To sound our harmony of WO.
Air
Distant lands, our loses deplore;
From Clitis reporting,
Waves transporting,
Will waft our griefs to Calpe's shore.
Fleet winds that fly,
Will sighing cry,
Britannia's Queen is now no more!
Recitative
Hence! hence! avaunt thou iron year of death,
That snatch'd from hence heav'n born Caroline her breath.
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Chorus
Mourn! Carolina dead, ye muses mourn,
Who's gone, alas! and will no more return.
She's gone! she's gone! she's ever from us fled.
Mourn, mourn, ye muses, Carolina dead!
Recitativo
Yet Guardian Genius, give thy sorrow o'er;
A lasting grateful tribute thou has paid
To Carolina's much lamented.
Now, too severely pious, weep the dead no more.
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Chorus
Sing to surviving George, ye muses sing;
Tis he alone demands the soundings [ ]:
Beneath his easy sway alone we thrive;
Sing, sing Muses, sing great George alive.
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