Content :
Haendel Georg Friedrich
Above measure is the pleasure
As with rosy steps
Bane of Virtue
Deeds of kindness to display
Despair no more shall fright me
Frost nips the flowers
Gold now is common
Gold within the furnace tried
Great God, who yet but darkly known
Guards, seize the traitor
He, who for Atlas propp'd the sky
How green our fertile pastures
Impious mortal
Mortals think that Time is sleeping
No longer, fate, relentless frown
Oh bright example
On fair Euphrates' verdant side
Pleasure's gentle zephyrs play
See, with what sad dejection
The bird that flies in search of food
She weeps! the gentle maid
Then long eternity
Through the nation he shall be
Yet can I hear that dulcet lay
Your tuneful voice my tale would tell |
