Ô solitude Henry Purcell

Places devoted to the night, remote from tumult and from noise, How ye my rest less thoughts delight Ô solitude my sweetest choice Oh havens what content is mine To see this tree wich have appear'd from the nativity of time And wich all ages have rever'd To look today as fresh and green As when their beauties first were seen Oh how agreable a sight These hanging mountains do appear Wich th'unhappy would invite To finish all their sorrows here ; When their hard fate makes them endure Such woes ...
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