Here she her sacred bower adornes - Campion, Thomas

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⌛ Epoche → Renaissance ◈ Genre → Madrigale ♬ Besetzung → TTBBB|add=or {{Vcat|TBB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 5

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 4

CPDL Nr. 4241

Bearbeiter Eva Toller

Veröffentlicht 2002-12-01

Lizenz Personal

Schlagwörter

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Here she, her sacred bower adorns, The rivers clearly flow; The groves and meadows swell with flowers, The winds all gently blow. Her sunlike beauty shines so fair; Her spring can never fade. Who then can blame the life that strives To harbour in her shade? Her grace I sought, her love I wooed, Her love though I obtain; No time, no toil, no vow, no faith, Her wished grace can gain. Yet truth can tell my heart is hers; And her, will I adore! And from that love when I depart, Let heaven view me no more! But from her bower of joy, Since I must now excluded be; And she will not relieve my cares, Which none can help, but she: My comfort, in her love shall dwell, Her love lodge in my breast; And though not in her bower, Yet I in her temple will rest.