Paraphrase upon a Fench Song
Kind relief in all my pain,
Jolly Bacchus! hear my pray'r,
Vengeance on the' ungrateful fair!
In thy smiling cordial bowl
Drown the sorrows of my soul;
All thy deity employ,
Gild each gloomy thought with joy.
Jolly Bacchus! save, oh! save
From the deep devouring grave
A poor despairing dying swain.
Haste away,
Haste away,
Lash thy tigers, do not stay
I'm undone if thou delay
If I view those eyes once more,
Still shall love and still adore,
And be more wretched than before.
See the glory round her face!
See her move!
With what a grace!
Ye Gods above!
Is she not one of your immortal race?
Fly, ye winged Cupids! fly,
Dart like lightning through the sky:
Would ye in marble temples dwell,
The dear one to my arms compel;
Bring her in bands of myrtle tied;
Bid her forget, and bid her hide
All her scorn and all her pride.
Would ye that your slave repay
A smoking hecatomb each day?
O restore
The beauteous Goddess I adore!
O restore, with all her charms,
The faithless vagrant to my arms!
Jolly Bacchus! hear my pray'r,
Vengeance on the' ungrateful fair!
In thy smiling cordial bowl
Drown the sorrows of my soul;
All thy deity employ,
Gild each gloomy thought with joy.
Jolly Bacchus! save, oh! save
From the deep devouring grave
A poor despairing dying swain.
Haste away,
Haste away,
Lash thy tigers, do not stay
I'm undone if thou delay
If I view those eyes once more,
Still shall love and still adore,
And be more wretched than before.
See the glory round her face!
See her move!
With what a grace!
Ye Gods above!
Is she not one of your immortal race?
Fly, ye winged Cupids! fly,
Dart like lightning through the sky:
Would ye in marble temples dwell,
The dear one to my arms compel;
Bring her in bands of myrtle tied;
Bid her forget, and bid her hide
All her scorn and all her pride.
Would ye that your slave repay
A smoking hecatomb each day?
O restore
The beauteous Goddess I adore!
O restore, with all her charms,
The faithless vagrant to my arms!
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