Love winged my hopes (Thomas Morley): Difference between revisions
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Love wing'd my Hopes and taught | Love wing'd my Hopes and taught them how to fly | ||
Far from base earth, but not to mount too high: | Far from base earth, but not to mount too high: | ||
For true pleasure | For true pleasure | ||
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That all scorch'd and consumed with fire now drown'd in woe they lie. | That all scorch'd and consumed with fire now drown'd in woe they lie. | ||
And none but Love their woeful hap | And none but Love their woeful hap doth rue, | ||
For Love | For Love doth know that their desires were true; | ||
Though fate frownèd, | Though fate frownèd, | ||
And now drownèd | And now drownèd | ||
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- (Posted 2017-02-12) CPDL #43088:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-02-12). Score information: A4, 1 page, 38 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #16204, with corrections.
- CPDL #16204:
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-19). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 43 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Love Winged My Hope
Composer: Thomas Morley
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: T
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: #10 from Morley's First Book of Ayres.
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Original text and translations
English text
Love wing'd my Hopes and taught them how to fly
Far from base earth, but not to mount too high:
For true pleasure
Lives in measure,
Which if men forsake,
Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take.
But my vain Hopes, proud of their new-taught flight,
Enamour'd sought to woo the sun's fair light,
Whose rich brightness
Moved their lightness
To aspire so high
That all scorch'd and consumed with fire now drown'd in woe they lie.
And none but Love their woeful hap doth rue,
For Love doth know that their desires were true;
Though fate frownèd,
And now drownèd
They in sorrow dwell,
It was the purest light of heav'n for whose fair love they fell.