PARAPHRASE
upon
a
FRENCH
SONG
.
By
the
late
WILLIAM
SOMERVILE
,
Esq
;
Venge
moy
d'une
ingrate
maitresse
,
Dieu
du
vin
,
j'implore
bon
yvresse
.
KIND
relief
in
all
my
pain
,
Jolly
Bacchus
!
hear
my
pray'r
,
Vengeance
on
th'
ingrateful
fair
!
In
thy
smiling
cordial
bowl
,
Drown
the
sorrows
of
my
soul
,
All
thy
deity
employ
,
Gild
each
gloomy
thought
with
joy
,
Jolly
Bacchus
!
save
,
oh
save
From
the
deep
devouring
grave
,
A
poor
,
despairing
,
dying
swain
.
Haste
away
,
Haste
away
,
Lash
thy
tigers
do
not
stay
,
I'm
undone
if
thou
delay
.
If
I
view
those
eyes
once
more
,
Still
shall
love
,
and
still
adore
,
And
be
more
wretched
than
before
.
See
the
glory
round
her
face
!
See
her
move
!
With
what
a
grace
!
Ye
Gods
above
!
Is
she
not
one
of
your
immortal
race
?
Fly
,
ye
winged
Cupids
,
fly
,
Dart
like
light'ning
thro'
the
sky
:
You'd
ye
in
marble
temples
dwell
,
The
dear
one
to
my
arms
compel
;
Bring
her
in
bands
of
myrtle
tied
,
Bid
her
forget
,
and
bid
her
hide
All
her
scorn
and
all
her
pride
.
Wou'd
ye
that
your
slave
repay
A
smoaking
hecatomb
each
day
,
O
restore
,
The
beauteous
Goddess
I
adore
,
O
restore
,
with
all
her
charms
,
The
faithless
vagrant
to
my
arms
.