English poem
SONG. (Soft pleasing sighs are love's delight)
by Anonymous
Soft pleasing sighs are love's delight, To breathe his am'rous tale; Where song and dance the fair invite To pleasure in the dale.
The purple grapes from shady leaves, In glowing bunches fall; To join the dance each bosom heaves, While love and beauty call.
No sound so sweet as song of love, When sung in Sylvan bow'r; The blest retreat has charms to prove, That cheat the ling'ring hour.
Enamour'd swains, and captive maids; Who sigh in cupid's train: With love and music cheer the shades, And pleasure fill the plain.
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