Hob XXVIa, 29: Pleasing Pain [German translation]
Far from this throbbing bosom haste,
Ye doubts, ye fears, that lay it waste;
Dear anxious days of pleasing pain,
Fly never to return again.
But ah, re...
Hob XXVIa, 29: Pleasing Pain [Italian translation]
Far from this throbbing bosom haste,
Ye doubts, ye fears, that lay it waste;
Dear anxious days of pleasing pain,
Fly never to return again.
But ah, re...
Hob XXVIa, 29: Pleasing Pain [Neapolitan translation]
Far from this throbbing bosom haste,
Ye doubts, ye fears, that lay it waste;
Dear anxious days of pleasing pain,
Fly never to return again.
But ah, re...
Hob XXVIa, 30 Fidelity. lyrics
While hollow burst the rushing winds,
And heavy beats the show'r,
This anxious, aching bosom finds
No comfort in its pow'r. No, no.
For ah, my love, i...
Hob XXVIa, 30 Fidelity. [German translation]
While hollow burst the rushing winds,
And heavy beats the show'r,
This anxious, aching bosom finds
No comfort in its pow'r. No, no.
For ah, my love, i...
Hob XXVIa, 30 Fidelity. [Italian translation]
While hollow burst the rushing winds,
And heavy beats the show'r,
This anxious, aching bosom finds
No comfort in its pow'r. No, no.
For ah, my love, i...
Hob XXVIa, 30 Fidelity. [Neapolitan translation]
While hollow burst the rushing winds,
And heavy beats the show'r,
This anxious, aching bosom finds
No comfort in its pow'r. No, no.
For ah, my love, i...
Hob XXVIa, 30 Fidelity. [Neapolitan translation]
While hollow burst the rushing winds,
And heavy beats the show'r,
This anxious, aching bosom finds
No comfort in its pow'r. No, no.
For ah, my love, i...
Hob XXVIa, 31 Sailor's Song. [German translation]
High on the giddy bending mast
The seaman furls the rending sail,
And, fearless of the rushing blast,
He careless whistles to the gale.
Rattling ropes...
Hob XXVIa, 31 Sailor's Song. [Italian translation]
High on the giddy bending mast
The seaman furls the rending sail,
And, fearless of the rushing blast,
He careless whistles to the gale.
Rattling ropes...
Hob XXVIa, 31 Sailor's Song. [Neapolitan translation]
High on the giddy bending mast
The seaman furls the rending sail,
And, fearless of the rushing blast,
He careless whistles to the gale.
Rattling ropes...