by Robert Dodsley (1704 - 1764)
The Rapture
Language: English
Whilst on thy dear bosom lying, Cælia, who can speak my bliss? Who the raptures I'm enjoying, When thy balmy lips I kiss? Every look with love inspires me, Every touch my bosom warms, Every melting murmur fires me, Every joy is in thy arms Those dear eyes, how soft they languish! Feel my heart with rapture beat! Pleasure turns almost to anguish, When the transport is so sweet. Look not so divinely on me, Cælia, I shall die with bliss; Yet, yet turn those eyes upon me, Who'd not die a death like this?
Confirmed with Trifles, by Robert Dodsley, published by Dodsley and printed at Tully's Head in Pall-mall 1745, Pages 202-209.
Authorship:
- by Robert Dodsley (1704 - 1764), "The Rapture", appears in Trifles, in Colin's Kisses, no. 10, Oswald?, London 1743, first published 1743 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by James Oswald (1710 - 1769), "The Rapture", published 1743 [ voice, continuo ], from Colin's Kisses, no. 10, Confirmed with Colin's Kisses, unknown publisher, possibly Oswald, London 1743. [sung text checked 1 time]
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