Time has not thinn'd my flowing Hair, Nor bent me with his Iron Hand; Ah! why so soon the Blossom tear, E'er Autumn yet the Fruit demand! Let me enjoy the chearful Day 'Til many a Year has o'er me roll'd, Pleas'd let me trifle Life away, And sing of Love e'er I grow old.
Twelve canzonets, for two voices
by William Jackson (1730 - 1803)
1. Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair  [sung text checked 1 time]
2. The day that saw thy beauty rise  [sung text checked 1 time]
The Day that saw thy Beauty rise Shall sacred be for ever blest! The World in awe of Delias Eyes Shall grow as gentle as her Breast. By all our Vows and hid Desires, O may our Loves be still the same! I glory in the pleasing Fires, If Delia share a mutual Flame!
3. From the plains from the woodlands and groves  [sung text checked 1 time]
From the Plains from the Woodlands and Groves What Strains of wild Melody flow? How the Nightingales warble their Loves From the Thickets of Roses that blow. But when her bright Form shall appear, Each Bird shall harmoniously join In a Concert so soft and so clear As she may not be fond to resign.
4. Now I know what it is to have strove  [sung text checked 1 time]
Now I know what it is to have strove With the Torment of Doubt ad Desire, What it is to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. Ah! lead forth my Flock in the Morn, And the Damps of the Ev'ning repel; Alas! I am faint and forlorn, I've bad my dear Phillis farewel!
5. Ah where does my Phillida stray  [sung text checked 1 time]
Ah! where does my Phillida stray, Ah! where are her Grots and her Bow'rs? Are the Groves and the Valleys do gay, Are the Shepherds so gentle as ours? The Groves may perhaps be as fair, The Face of the Valleys as fine, The Swains may in Manners compare, But their Love is not equal to mine!
6. The pilgrim that journeys all day  [sung text checked 1 time]
The pilgrim that journeys all Day To visit some far distant Shrine, If he bear but a Relic away, Is happy nor heard to repine. Thus widely remov'd from the Fair, Where my Vows my Devotion I owe, Soft Hope is the Relic I bear, And my Solace where ever I go.
7. Take, oh! take those lips away  [sung text checked 1 time]
Take, o take those lips away, That so sweetly [were]1 forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights [that]2 do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again; Seals of love, [but]3 seal'd in vain, sealed in vain. [ ... ]
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
- sometimes misattributed to William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (L. A. J. Burgersdijk)
- FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Paavo Cajander)
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Sarah L. Weller) , "Nimm, so nimm doch Deine Lippen fort", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- POL Polish (Polski) (Jan Kasprowicz) , "Śpiew Pacholęcia", Warsaw, first published 1907
Note: quoted by John Fletcher, in Bloody Brother, 1639 and by William Shakespeare, in Measure for Measure, Act IV, scene 1, c1604 (just one stanza)
1 Bishop: "are"
2 Bishop: "which"
3 Bishop: "tho'"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
8. O Venus hear my ardent pray'r  [sung text checked 1 time]
O Venus! hear my ardent Pray'r! Or bind the Nymph, or loose the Swain; Yet rather guard them with thy Care To die together in thy Chain. What I demand her Heart desires, But Fears the eager Wish restrain: The secret Thought which Love inspires The conscious Eye can well explain.
9. Do not unbind two gentle hearts  [sung text checked 1 time]
Do not unbind two gentle Hearts, Nor tear me from my weeping Fair. Suspend the cruel fatal Stroke! Two faithful hapless Lovers spare!
10. Sad is my day and ling'ring night  [sung text checked 1 time]
Sad is my Day and ling'ring Night, In silent Grief I weep alone; Delia is lost, my past Delight Is now the Source of endless Moan! When spent with Grief I die at last, Will Delia see my poor Remains? Lament the Time in Absence past And pity then her Lover's Pains?
11. Ah what avails thy lover's pray'r  [sung text checked 1 time]
Ah! what avails thy Lover's Pray'r, His Incense clouds the Sky in vain. Nor Wealth nor Greatness was his Care, Thee, thee alone he beg'd to gain. With thee to waste the pleasing Day, When ev'ry Hour in Joy was past, With Love insensibly decay And on thy Bosom breathe my last.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
12. Alas from the day that we met  [sung text checked 1 time]
Alas from the Day when we met, What Hope of an end to my Woes, When I cannot endure to forget The Glance that undid my Repose? Yet Time may diminish the Pain: The Flow'r, the Shrub and the Tree Which I rear'd for her Pleasure in vain, In Time may have Comfort for me.