The heart which love has wounded,
By fear and death surrounded,
One only thought alarms;
It mocks the raging ocean,
The stormy winds commotion,
Or din of hostile arms:
Its wonted cares are banish’d,
Its early terrors vanish’d,
It pants with fears unknown,
Throbs with too fierce pulsation,
To mark the dull vibration,
That trembles with its own.
From: Bentley, R., The airs, duetts, trios and chorusses, &c. in The prophet: a comic opera, in three acts; performed at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden, 1788, T. Cadell: London, p. 9.
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Date: 1788
By: Richard Bentley (1708-1782)
From Troubles of The World 