Musica Britannica; A national collection of music : English songs 1625-1660 [Hardback]
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ISBN:
X500008083
Dewey class:
784.8
Language:
English
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Fire fire lo here i burnWert thou yet fairer than thou artThis lady ripe and fair and freshWhen the chill Cherocco blowsI can love for an hour when I'm at leisureTell me not that i die, or live by theeLay that sullen garland by theeWhy will you swear I am forswornI will not trust thy tempting gracesWhy, dearest, should you weepGlories of our birth and stateSilly heart forbearFret on, fond cupid, curse thy feeble bowDost see how unreguarded nowIn vain, fair Chloris, you designHe that did ever scorn love's mightNow whitehall's in a graveThe morning doth wasteAh chloris would the gods allowMust your fair inflaming eyeIf, when i die, to hell's eternal shadeSing aloud harmonious spheresNo more shall meads be deck'd with flowersYou meaner beauties of the nightGo thy ways since thou wilt goMark how the blushful mornLove and i of late did partLike hermit poor in pensive placeNeither sighs, nor tears, nor mourningStay, silly heart and do not breakNor com'st thou yet, my slothful loveTell me, shepherd dost thou loveWhat tears, dear prince, can serveGo perjur'd man and if you e'er returnThou may'st be proudHowl not, you ghosts and furies, while i singChloris sigh'd, and sang, and weptWeep no more, nor sigh, nor groanCease not, thou heav'nly-voiced glorious creaturewhy sigh'st thou, shepherdWherefore peep,st thou envious dayIn a maiden time profess'dLanguish and despair ,my heartTurn, turn thy beauteous face awayPity of beauty in distressSince love hath in thine and mine eyeAwake, awake the morn will never riseIn the merry month of maythou great and good could i but rateFrom the fair lavinian shoreIn a season all oppressedI rise and grieveSpeak, speak, at last greatlyOr you, or i nature did wrongHard-hearted fair, if thou wilt not consentSweet stay awhile, why do you riseBreak heart in twain fair ronile may seetranscendant beauty, thou art artO let me groan one word into thine earSlide soft you silver floodsOut upon it, i have lov'dCome from the dungeon to the throneCome my sweet while ev'ry strainNow the sun is fledWhither are all her false oaths blown?'Tis but a frown, I prithee let me dieNo, no, fair heretic, it cannot beWill you know my mistress' face?Sleep soft, you cold clay cinders that late cloudBid me but live, and i will liveGo thou gentle whisp'ring windWhen thou,poor excommunicateHave you e'er seen the morning sunO tell me love! O tell me love!Beauty and love once fell at oddsO turn away those cruel eyesAs Celia rested in the shadeWilt thou forgive the sin where I begun?Am I despis'd because you sayHang golden sleep upon her eyelids fairIf that I for thy sweet sakeYour meaner beauties of the nightRise, princely shepherd,and be arbiterWake my Adonis, do not dieBright Aurelia, I do oweChange,Platonics,change for shameHow am I chang'd from what I wasWhen Celia I intend to flatter youDid not you once Lucinda, vowWill Chloris cast her sun-bright eyesGo bid the swan in silence dieShepherd well met, I prithee tellWhy should great beauty virtuous fame desireWhy so pale and wan, fond lover?No, no, fair heretic, it needs must beTo whom shall I complain;to men or gods?Pleasures, beauty, youth attend yeGather ye rosebuds while ye mayCome Adonis, come awayCharon, O Charon! Hear a wretch oppress'dAs life what is so sweetGo and bestride the southern windPow'rful Morpheus, let thy charmsVictorious beauty, through your eyesSince 'tis my fate to be thy slaveLook back Castara from thine eyeBlow gently passion in my fair one's breastIf any live that fain would proveForbear fond swain, I cannot loveDrowsy Phoebus, Come awayHave pity, grief, I cannot payCruel! but once again
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2103262
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