A SON G. By METASTASIO. HE fhining taper's chearful light THE Attracts the infant's wand'ring eyes: He ftands inraptur'd at the fight, Fancy's beguiling pow'r difplays. A thousand pleasures there combin'd; But should he touch th' alluring blaze, Too foon the fond mistake he'll find. Fain would th' extended hand retire, It muft its torment's load retain. A SON G. By METASTASIO. HOW yonder cliff with whit'ning fummit brave: The wildest fury of the winds and waves! DESCRIZIONE DELLA BELLEZZA D' ALCINA. Di LODOVICO ARIOSTO. D1 I perfona era tanto ben formata, Quanto mè finger fan pittori induftri; Con bionda chioma lunga et annodata, Sotto |