Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste

FAR from this throbbing bosom haste,
Ye doubts and fears, that lay it waste;
Dear anxious days of pleasing pain
Fly, never to return again.
But, ah! return ye smiling hours,
By careless fancy crown'd with flowers;
Come, fairy joys, and wishes gay,
And dance in sportive rounds away.
So shall the moments gaily glide
O'er varying life's tumultuous tide;
Nor sad regrets disturb their course,
To calm oblivion's peaceful source.

1. Lelia, or, The Maniac's Song
2. November, 1784
3. To the Memory of a Lovely Infant, Written Seven Years after His Death
4. Addressed to Mrs. G.
5. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart

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