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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
Hither, sweet Ulysses, haste (reduced accompaniment)
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Probably written for performance at Vauxhall. This edition includes a keyboard reduction of the original instrumental accompaniment; a full version is also available.
Lyrics: Edward Moore (adapted)
Hither, sweet Ulysses, haste,
Manly beauty, come and taste
What the pow'r of bliss unfold;
Joys too mighty to be told;
Taste what ecstasies they give,
Dying raptures taste, and live.
Lavish nature sheds her store,
Thrilling joys unfelt before,
Sweetly languishing desires,
Fierce delights and am'rous fires;
Sweetest, doth thou yet delay?
Manly beauty, come away!
List not, when the froward chide,
Sons of pedantry and pride;
Snarlers, to whose feeble sense
April sunshine is offence;
Envious age alone decries
Pleasures which from love arise.
Come, in pleasure's balmy bowl
Slake the thirstings of thy soul,
Till thy raptur'd pow'rs are faint,
Joys too exquisite to paint:
Sweetest, dost thou yet delay?
Manly beauty, come away.
Hither, sweet Ulysses, haste,
Manly beauty, come and taste
What the pow'r of bliss unfold;
Joys too mighty to be told;
Taste what ecstasies they give,
Dying raptures taste, and live.
Lavish nature sheds her store,
Thrilling joys unfelt before,
Sweetly languishing desires,
Fierce delights and am'rous fires;
Sweetest, doth thou yet delay?
Manly beauty, come away!
List not, when the froward chide,
Sons of pedantry and pride;
Snarlers, to whose feeble sense
April sunshine is offence;
Envious age alone decries
Pleasures which from love arise.
Come, in pleasure's balmy bowl
Slake the thirstings of thy soul,
Till thy raptur'd pow'rs are faint,
Joys too exquisite to paint:
Sweetest, dost thou yet delay?
Manly beauty, come away.