by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
I rise and grieve
Language: English
I rise and grieve, I walk and see my sorrow, I eat, I live Perchance not till tomorrow. I lay me down to rest and then again I rise, I walk, I feed and lie in pain. Mend thou my state O Jove, I thee implore, Or end by fate What thou hast made before. If I but close The covers of my sight, Then slumb'ring woes With dreams my sleeps affright; And if awake I seek to ease my mind, Some new-bred cares my troubled thoughts do find. Mend thou my state O Jove, I thee implore, Or end by fate What thou hast made before. Or if it be Thy will I should endure What unto me Is almost past recure, Give me but strength to undergo those pains Which like a torrent run through all my veins; Or mend my state Which as my days do fade; Or end by fate What thou before hast made.
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 Henry Lawes (c1595 - 1662), "I rise and grieve" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 30
Word count: 159