La partition « Acis et Galatea, Must I my Acis still bemoan »

 

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Galatea
Must I my Acis still bemoan,
Inglorious crush'd beneath that stone?

Chœur
Cease, Galatea, cease to grieve!
Bewail not whom thou canst relieve.

Galatea
Must the lovely charming youth
Die for his constancy and truth?

Chœur
Cease, Galatea, cease to grieve!
Bewail not whom thou canst relieve;
Call forth thy pow'r, employ thy art,
The goddess soon can heal thy smart.

Galatea
Say what comfort can you find?
For dark despair o'erclouds my mind.

Chœur
To kindred gods the youth return,
Through verdant plains to roll his urn.

Traduction

Plus rouge que la cerise
Plus douce que la mûre,
Ô Nymphe plus lumineuse
Que la lune en pleine nuit...

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