Гендель Георг Фридрих - Acis and Galatea, HWV 49 - текст песни (слова)

Recit: I rage, I rage, I melt, I burn!  
The feeble god has stabbed me to the heart.  
Thou trusty pine, prop of my god-like steps,  
I lay thee by!  
Bring me a hundred reeds of decent growth,  
to make a pipe for my capacious mouth;  
in soft enchanting accents  
let me breathe sweet Galatea's beauty, and my love. 
Aria: O ruddier than the cherry, 
O sweeter than the berry, 
O nymph more bright than moonshine night, 
Like kidlings blithe and merry! 
Ripe as the melting cluster, 
No lily has such lustre; 
Yet hard to tame as raging flame, 
And fierce as storms that bluster! 
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