Let us wander not unseen, by the elms on hillocks green, while the ploughman near at hand whistles o'er the furrow'd land. And the milk maid singeth blithe and the mower whets his scythe. Let us wander not unseen, by the elms on hillocks green, while the ploughman near at hand whistles o'er the furrow'd land. And the shepherd tells his tale, beneath the hawthorn in the dale. Let us wander not unseen, by the elms on hillocks green, while the ploughman near at hand whistles o'er the furrow'd land.
The Indian Queen
A play - incidental music by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695)
. Let us wander
Authorship:
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by Robert Howard, Sir (1626 - 1698) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Set by by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), Z. 630 (1695)Researcher for this page: Baxter Kennedy
. I attempt from Love's sickness to fly
I attempt from Love's sickness to fly in vain, Since I am myself my own fever and pain. No more now, fond heart, with pride no more swell, Thou canst not raise forces enough to rebel. I attempt from Love's sickness, etc.. For Love has more power and less mercy than fate, To make us seek ruin and love those that hate. I attempt from Love's sickness, etc..
Authorship:
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by Robert Howard, Sir (1626 - 1698) [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):
Set by by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), alternate title: "Rondo", Z. 630 (1695)Researcher for this page: Virginia Knight
4c. Why should men quarrel  [sung text not yet checked]
Boy: Wake, Quivera, wake, our soft rest must cease, And fly together with our country's peace; No more must we sleep under plantain's shade, Which neither heat could pierce nor cold invade; Where bounteous nature never feels decay, And opening buds drive falling fruits away. Girl: Why should men quarrel here, where all possess As much as they can hope for by success? None can have most where nature is so kind As to exceed man's use, though not his mind. Boy: By ancient prophecy we have been told, Our land shall be subdu'd by one more old; And see that world already hither come. Girl, Boy: If these be they we welcome then our doom. Boy: Their looks are such that mercy flows from hence, More gentle than our native innocence; By their protection let us beg to live: They come not here to conquer, but forgive. Girl, Boy: If so your goodness may your power express, And we shall judge both best by our success.
Authorship:
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700)
- by Robert Howard, Sir (1626 - 1698)
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Researcher for this page: Barry Kamil15. Seek not to know  [sung text checked 1 time]
God of dreams: Seek not to know what must not be reveal'd, Joys only flow when fate is most conceal'd. Too busy man would find his sorrows more If future fortunes he should know before; For by that knowledge of his destiny He would not live at all but always die. Enquire not then who shall from bonds be freed, Who'tis shall wear a crown and who shall bleed. All must submit to their appointed doom, Fate and misfortune will too quickly come. Let me no more with powerful charms be press'd I am forbid by fate to tell the rest.
Authorship:
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700)
- by Robert Howard, Sir (1626 - 1698)
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Researcher for this page: Barry Kamil19. They tell us that your mighty powers  [sung text checked 1 time]
Prelude & Song (Orazia): They tell us that your mighty powers above Make perfect your joys and your blessings by Love. Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there To give a poor lover such sad torments here? Yet though for my passion such grief I endure, My love shall like yours still be constant and pure. To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains There's joy in my grief and there's freedom in chains; If I were divine he could love me no more And I in return my adorer adore O let his dear life the, kind Gods, be your care For I in your blessings have no other share.
Authorship:
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700)
- by Robert Howard, Sir (1626 - 1698)
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Note from score: In this section, Orazia and her lover, Montezuma, are held captive by the villain Traxalla, who offers to spare the hero if Orazia will submit. Orazia sings of her love and torment.Researcher for this page: Barry Kamil