English poem
AIR. (And thou, Melpomene, appear)
by Charles Dibdin (1745–1814)
And thou, Melpomene, appear, Whose woes find no relief, Whose mind's best joy's the social tear, Whose luxury is grief:
Behold her!—dim each sorrowing eye— But let the torrent flow! Be hallow'd that sweet sympathy That mourns for others' woe.
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