by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Long have I made these hills
Language: English
Long have I made these hills and valleys weary With noise of these my cries that fill the air. She only who should make me merry Hears not my prayer, That I alas, misfortune's son and heir, Hope in none other hope but in despair If thus my death may please thee, Then die I will to ease thee. Yet if I die the world will thee control And write upon my tomb, "O sweet departure Lo here lies one (Alas poor soul) A true Love's Martyr."
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Wilbye (1574 - 1638), "Long have I made these hills", published 1609 [ vocal sextet], madrigal [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 12
Word count: 87