I Cease, Leonora, cease to mourn, Thy faithful Strephon will return. Fate at thy sighs will ne'er relent, Then grieve not, what we can't prevent; Nor let predestinating tears Increase my pains or raise thy fears. II 'Tis but the last long winter night, Our Sun will rise to-morrow bright; And to our suff'ring passion bring, The promise of eternal spring, Which thy kind eyes shall ever cheer, And make that season all our year.
Ten Songs in Two Sets of Five Each, Set II , opus 126
by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)
1. Cease, Leonora, cease to mourne [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Matthew Prior (1667 - 1721), "To Leonora", subtitle: "Encore"
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Confirmed with The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, Volume 1, London: George Bell & Sons, 1892, page 273.
2. Absence [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I What a tedious day is past! Loving, thinking, wishing, weeping; Gods! if this be not the last, Take a life not worth my keeping. II Love, ye gods, is life alone! In the length is little pleasure: Be but ev'ry day our own, We shall ne'er complain of measure.
Text Authorship:
- by Matthew Prior (1667 - 1721), "Absence"
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Confirmed with The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, Volume 1, London: George Bell & Sons, 1892, pages 274-275.
3. Lay not the pain so near your heart [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I Lay not the pain, so near your heart, On chance, or on disease, So sensible, so nice a smart, Is from no cause like these. II Your friends, at last, the truth have found, Howe'er you tell your story, 'Twas Celia's eyes that the wound, And they shall have the glory.
Text Authorship:
- by Matthew Prior (1667 - 1721), "Upon a Friend, who had a pain in his left side"
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Confirmed with The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, Volume 1, London: George Bell & Sons, 1892, page 278.
4. Morella, charming without art [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Morella, charming without art, And kind without design, Can never lose the smallest part Of such a heart as mine. Obliged a thousand several ways, It ne'er can break her chains, While passion which her beauties raise My gratitude maintains.
5. Accept, my Love, as true a heart [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Accept, my Love, as true a heart As ever lover gave; 'Tis free (it vows) from my art, And proud to be your slave. Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant, And let the giver live, Who with it would the world have sent Had it been his to give. And that Dorinda may not fear I e'er will prove untrue, My vows shall, ending with the year, With it begin a new.