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John Stafford Smith
(1750 - 1836)
O Pan, delight of nymphs
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the nineteenth collection.
Lyrics: Athenæus (unknown translator)
O Pan, delight of nymphs and swains,
Protector of Arcadian plains,
Who lead'st the frolic dance,
The laughing fair who play the prude,
But fly from thee to be pursu'd,
Their favours to advance.
They love thy rustic oaken reed,
They know thy vigour, force and speed,
And feign a modest fear.
Our jocund strains shall swell for thee,
And render by their mirth and glee
Thy name for ever dear.
O Pan, delight of nymphs and swains,
Protector of Arcadian plains,
Who lead'st the frolic dance,
The laughing fair who play the prude,
But fly from thee to be pursu'd,
Their favours to advance.
They love thy rustic oaken reed,
They know thy vigour, force and speed,
And feign a modest fear.
Our jocund strains shall swell for thee,
And render by their mirth and glee
Thy name for ever dear.