by George Etheredge, Sir (1635? - 1691)
In some kind dream
Language: English
Available translation(s): HEB
In some kind dream upon her slumbers steal, And to Lucinda all, I beg, reveal: Breathe gentlest words into her ears, Words full of love, but full of fears, Such words as may prevail like pray'rs From a poor dying martyr's tongue, By that sweet voice of pity sung. Touch with the voice the more enchanting lute, To make the charms strike all repulses mute; These may insensibly impart My tender wishes to her heart, And by a sympathetic force So tune its strings to love's discourse, That, when my griefs compel a groan, Her sighs may echo to my moan.
Authorship:
- by George Etheredge, Sir (1635? - 1691) [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), "In some kind dream", Z. 497. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Ehud Shapiro) , title 1: "בחלום רב-חסד", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 101