Goddess, goddess of the dimpling smile, Quit, ah! quit thy fav'rite isle: Crowned with myrtle wreath, advance; From the hand of giddy chance Snatch the power to make us blessed. Be it thine to ease my breast. In her ivory car the fair queen I behold, Her cygnets in trappings of purple and gold Displaying their pinions; I see the young loves, All brighter than sunshine, all soft as her doves. With rapture, O Venus, I bow at thy shrine. She whispers me softly: Young Thyrsis is thine.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by William Boyce (1710 - 1779), "Goddess of the dimpling smile", from the stage composition The Shepherds Lottery. A musical entertainment [text verified 1 time]
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