by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The complaint
Language: English
And must a faithful am'rous swain Of fair Aminta now complain, Be thus despis'd and left alone In woods to make his piteous moan. Ah, luckless me, to love a maid Who never has my love repaid. She sees my passion but, unkind, Rejects it careless as the wind. My presents were bestow'd in vain, She heard my lays with proud disdain, And thoughtless of her Strephon, strove To win another shepherd's love. Ah, trust not to thy charms, fair maid, For beauty like the flower will fade, And when thy youth shall feel decay, His passion then will fade away. Young Delia does her flame repeat, She sought my love with kisses sweet. In passion me she has outdone And now shall have the heart she won. And since thou pitiest not thy swain, I'll seek my Delia on the plain. Rejoic'd another maid to find, If not so fair, yet sure more kind.
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 Thomas Augustine Arne (1710 - 1778), "The complaint" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2009-01-28
Line count: 24
Word count: 155