When charming TERAMINTA sings

When charming TERAMINTA sings, Each new air new passion brings; Now I resolve, and now I fear; Now I triumph, now despair; Frolic now, now faint I grow; Now I freeze, and now I glow. The panting zephyrs round her play, And trembling on her lips would stay;

Now would listen, now would kiss Trembling with divided bliss; Till, by her breath repuls'd, they fly, And in low pleasing murmurs die. Nor do I ask that she would give By some new note, the pow'r to live; I would, expiring with the sound, Die on the lips that gave the wound,