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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sixteen
The Sixteen
Choir
Harry Christophers
Harry Christophers
Chorus Director
Stuart Young
Stuart Young
Bass
Grace Davidson
Grace Davidson
Soprano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Frideric Handel
George Frideric Handel
Composer
John Gay
John Gay
Librettist
Ovid
Ovid
Librettist

歌詞

Whither, fairest, art thou running,
Still my warm embraces shunning?
The lion calls not to his prey,
Nor bids the wolf the lambkin stay.
Thee, Polyphemus, great as Jove,
Calls to empire and to love,
To his palace in the rock,
To his dairy, to his flock,
To the grape of purple hue,
To the plum of glossy blue,
Wildings, which expecting stand,
Proud to be gather'd by thy hand.
Of infant limbs to make my food,
And swill full draughts of human blood!
Go, monster, bid some other guest!
I loathe the host, I loathe the feast.
Written by: George Frideric Handel, John Gay, Ovid

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