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John Stafford Smith
(1750 - 1836)
O Fancy, parent of the Muse
(A.T.T.)
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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 ninth collection.
Lyrics: Thomas Warton
O Fancy, parent of the muse,
Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse.
Sometimes, sweet nymph, thy vot'ry lead
To myrtle grove of flow'ry mead,
Where youths and soft-ey'd virgins meet,
And lightly trip with nimble feet.
Sometimes forsake the haunts of folly
To woo thee, pensive melancholy,
Dejected maid, with tearful eye,
That loves to fold her arms and sigh.
At ev'ry season, let mine ear
Thy pow;rful voice, O Fancy, hear.
O'er all my list'ning passions reign;
O'erwhelm my soul with joy or pain.
With terror shake, with pity move;
Rouse with revenge or melt with love.
O Fancy, parent of the muse,
Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse.
Sometimes, sweet nymph, thy vot'ry lead
To myrtle grove of flow'ry mead,
Where youths and soft-ey'd virgins meet,
And lightly trip with nimble feet.
Sometimes forsake the haunts of folly
To woo thee, pensive melancholy,
Dejected maid, with tearful eye,
That loves to fold her arms and sigh.
At ev'ry season, let mine ear
Thy pow;rful voice, O Fancy, hear.
O'er all my list'ning passions reign;
O'erwhelm my soul with joy or pain.
With terror shake, with pity move;
Rouse with revenge or melt with love.