by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Since one poor view has drawn my heart
Language: English
Since one poor view has drawn my heart Into the charming snare, From my confinements I'll ne'er part, But still your fetters wear. What more, Amintor, can you do? Now you the conquest have, 'Tis cruelty thus to pursue A wounded, yielding slave.
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), "Since one poor view has drawn my heart", Z. 416, published 1681. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 43