by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
My heart, whenever you appear
Language: English
My heart, whenever you appear, Does something so delightful find, That had I no allays of fear, My joys could not be more sublime. Had you less beauty in your eyes, My love and I might live in peace; In them such pow'r of charming lies, Our rivals ev'ry day increase. But tho' a thousand hearts there be, To you their adoration owe; In this you are as poor as we, You have but one you can bestow. 'Tis this that gives me all my care, Whilst trembling for my doom I stand; 'Tis this that racks me with despair, For fear I should not be the man.
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 Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "My heart, whenever you appear", Z. 399, published 1685. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 108