Purcell: Dido and Aeneas, Z. 626, Act I: No. 5, Recit. Whence Could So Much Virtue Spring?
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Whence could so much virtue spring?
What storms, what battles did he sing
In cursed valour mixed with Venus' charms?
How soft, how soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!
A tale so strong and full of woe
Might melt the rocks as well as you
What stubborn heart unmov'd could see
Such distress, such piety?
Mind with storms of a queer mist
Is taught to pity that is blest
Mean wretches' grief can touch
So soft, so sensible my breast
But oh, but oh! I fear I pity his too much
What storms, what battles did he sing
In cursed valour mixed with Venus' charms?
How soft, how soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!
A tale so strong and full of woe
Might melt the rocks as well as you
What stubborn heart unmov'd could see
Such distress, such piety?
Mind with storms of a queer mist
Is taught to pity that is blest
Mean wretches' grief can touch
So soft, so sensible my breast
But oh, but oh! I fear I pity his too much