Of disdainful Daphne - Stanford, Charles Villiers

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"Six Elizabethan Pastorals [set 3], Opus 67, No. 5."

⌛ Period → Late Romantic ◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB|add=divisi ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 79503

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2024-03-12

License Personal

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Shall I say that I love you, Daphne disdainful? Sore it costs as I prove you, Loving is painful. Shall I say what doth grieve me? Lovers lament it. Daphne will not relieve me; Late I repent it. Shall I die, shall I perish, Through her unkindness? Love, untaught love to cherish, Showeth his blindness. Shall the hills, shall the valleys, The fields, the city, With the sound of my outcries Move her to pity? The deep falls of fair rivers, And the winds turning, Are the true music-givers Unto my mourning; Where my flocks daily feeding, Pining for sorrow At their master’s heart-bleeding. Shot with Love’s arrow. From her eyes to my heartstrings Was the shaft lancèd; It made all the woods to ring, By which it glancèd. When this nymph had used me so, Then she did hide her; Hapless I did Daphne know, Hapless I spied her. Thus turtle-like I wail’d me, For my love’s losing; Daphne’s trust thus did fail me: Woe worth such choosing!