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Fourteen songs , opus 10

by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)

1. To the western wind  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Sweet western wind, whose luck it is,
  Made rival with the air,
To give Perenna's lip a kiss,
  And fan her wanton hair:

Bring me but one, I'll promise thee,
  Instead of common showers,
Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me,
  And all beset with flowers.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To the Western Wind"

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2. The pilgrim  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here
Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year;
Long I have lasted in this world, 'tis true,
But yet those years that I have lived, but few.
Who by his grey hairs doth his lusters1 tell,
Lives not those years, but he that lives them well.
One man has reach'd his sixty years, but he
Of all those threescore, has not liv'd half three.
He lives, who lives to virtue; men who cast
Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "On himself"

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1 luster = five years

3. To a bed of tulips  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Bright tulips, we do know
    You had your coming hither,
And fading-time does show
    That ye must quickly wither.

Your sisterhoods may stay,
    And smile here for your hour ;
But die ye must away,
    Even as the meanest flower.

Come, virgins, then and see
    Your frailties, and bemoan ye ;
For, lost like these, 'twill be
    As time had never known ye.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To a bed of tulips"

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4. The bondman  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Bind me but to thee with thine hair,
And quickly I shall be
Made by that fetter or that snare
A bondman unto thee.
Or if thou tak'st that bond away,
Then bore me through the ear,
And by the law I ought to stay
For ever with thee here.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The bondman"

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5. Love looks for love  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Love love begets, then never be
Unsoft to him who's smooth to thee.
Tigers and bears, I've heard some say,
For proffer'd love will love repay:
None are so harsh, but if they find
Softness in others, will be kind;
Affection will affection move,
Then you must like because I love.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To Electra. Love looks for love"

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6. I plaid with love  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I played with Love, as with the fire
The wanton Satyr did;
Nor did I know, or could descry
What under there was hid.
That Satyr he but burnt his lips;
But mine's the greater smart,
For kissing Love's dissembling chips
The fire scorch'd my heart.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "Upon Love"

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7. The bag of the bee  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
About the sweet bag of a bee
Two cupids fell at odds,
And whose the pretty prize should be
They vow'd to ask the gods.
Which Venus hearing, thither came,
And for their boldness stripp'd them,
And, taking thence from each his flame,
With rods of myrtle whipp'd them.
Which done, to still their wanton cries,
When quiet grown she'd seen them,
She kiss'd, and wip'd their dove-like eyes,
And gave the bag between them.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The bag of the bee"

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8. The fairies  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
If ye will with Mab find grace,
Set each platter in his place;
Rake the fire up, and get
Water in, ere sun be set.
Wash your pails, and cleanse your dairies;
Sluts are loathsome to the fairies;
Sweep your house, who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The fairies"

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9. Choose me your valentine  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Choose me your valentine,
Next let us marry --
Love to the death will pine
If we long tarry.
Promise, and keep your vows,
Or vow ye never --
Love's doctrine disallows
Troth-breakers ever.
You have broke promise twice,
Dear, to undo me,
If you prove faithless thrice
None then will woo ye.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To his mistress"

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10. How violets came blue  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Love on a day, wise poets tell,
Some time in wrangling spent,
Whether the violets should excel
Or she, in sweetest scent. 

But Venus having lost the day,
Poor girls, she fell on you :
And beat ye so, as some dare say,
Her blows did make ye blue.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "How violets became blue"

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11. How roses came red  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Roses at first were white
Till they could not agree,
Whether my Sappho's breast
Or they more white should be. 

But, being vanquish'd quite,
A blush their cheeks bespread;
Since which, believe the rest,
The roses first came red.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)

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12. Upon a child

Language: English 
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Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)

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13. The beggar  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Shall I a daily beggar be,
For love's sake asking alms of thee?
Still shall I crave, and never get
A hope of my desired bit?
Ah, cruel maids! I'll go my way,
Whereas, perchance, my fortunes may
Find out a threshold or a door
That may far sooner speed the poor:
Where thrice we knock, and none will hear,
Cold comfort still I'm sure lives there.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The beggar"

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14. Upon thee departed hence

Language: English 
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  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)

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