Impromptu, to a Young Lady Singing Sing, gentle maid — reform my breast, And soften all my care; Thus may I be some moments blest, And easy in despair. The pow'r of Orpheus lives in you; You can the passions of my soul subdue, And tame the lions and the tigers there. |
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