Phoebe - Stanford, Charles Villiers

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"Six Elizabethan Pastorals [set 1], Opus 49, No. 6 (MONTANUS’ PRAISE OF HIS FAIR PHOEBE)"

⌛ Epoche → Spätromantik ◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Besetzung → SATB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 8

CPDL Nr. 79454

Bearbeiter David Anderson

Veröffentlicht 2024-03-08

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Phoebe sat Sweet she sat, Sweet sat Phoebe when I saw her, White her brow, Coy her eye: Brow and eye how much you please me! Words I spent, Sighs I sent; Sighs and words could never draw her. Oh my love Thou art lost Since no sight could ever ease thee. Phoebe sat By a fount; Sitting by a fount I spied her: Sweet her touch, Rare her voice; Touch and voice what may distain you! As she sung, I did sigh, And by sighs whilst that I tried her, Oh mine eyes! You did lose Her first sight, whose want doth pain you. Phoebe’s flocks White as wool, Yet were Phoebe’s locks more whiter. Phoebe’s eyes, Dove-like mild, Dove-like eyes both mild and cruel; Montan swears, In your lamps He will die for to delight her. Phoebe, yield, Or I die: Shall true hearts be fancy’s fuel?