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текст песни (слова) "Acis and Galatea, HWV 49"
Recit: I rage, I rage, I melt, I burn! The feeble god has stabbed me to the heart. Thou trusty pine, prop of my god-like steps, I lay thee by! Bring me a hundred reeds of decent growth, to make a pipe for my capacious mouth; in soft enchanting accents let me breathe sweet Galatea's beauty, and my love. Aria: O ruddier than the cherry, O sweeter than the berry, O nymph more bright than moonshine night, Like kidlings blithe and merry! Ripe as the melting cluster, No lily has such lustre; Yet hard to tame as raging flame, And fierce as storms that bluster! Text and translations need to be added.