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Thomas Linley was the head of a musical Bath family several of whose children achieved a national reputation (as did his son in law, and lyricist in this piece).
Lyrics: Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Dry be that tear, my gentlest love,
Be hushed that struggling sigh;
Not seasons, day, nor fate shall prove
More fixed, more true, than I.
Dry be that tear, be hushed that sigh,
I'll love thee till I die.
Ask'st thou how long my vows shall stay,
When all that's new is past?
How long, Ah! Delia, can I say
How long my life shall last?
Dry be that tear, be hushed that sigh,
I'll love thee till I die.
And does the thought affect thee too;
The thought of Sylvios' death;
That he who only lived for you
Should yield his faithful breath?
Hushed be that sigh, dry be that tear,
Nor let us loose our heaven here.
Dry be that tear, my gentlest love,
Be hushed that struggling sigh;
Not seasons, day, nor fate shall prove
More fixed, more true, than I.
Dry be that tear, be hushed that sigh,
I'll love thee till I die.
Ask'st thou how long my vows shall stay,
When all that's new is past?
How long, Ah! Delia, can I say
How long my life shall last?
Dry be that tear, be hushed that sigh,
I'll love thee till I die.
And does the thought affect thee too;
The thought of Sylvios' death;
That he who only lived for you
Should yield his faithful breath?
Hushed be that sigh, dry be that tear,
Nor let us loose our heaven here.