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Two Love Songs

Song Cycle by Hale Smith (b. 1925)

?. The computation  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
For my first twenty years, since yesterday,
    I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
For forty more I fed on favours past,
    And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last;
Tears drown'd one hundred, and sighs blew out two;
    A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you;
    Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life; but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?

Text Authorship:

  • by John Donne (1572 - 1631), "The computation"

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?. Confined love  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
    Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
    Thought his pain and shame would be lesser,
If on womankind he might his anger wreak;
        And thence a law did grow,
        One might but one man know;
        But are other creatures so?

    Are sun, moon, or stars by law forbidden
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
    Are birds divorced or are they chidden
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a night?
        Beasts do no jointures lose
        Though they new lovers choose;
        But we are made worse than those.

    Who e'er rigg'd fair ships to lie in harbours,
And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all?
    Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbours,
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
        Good is not good, unless
        A thousand it possess,
        But doth waste with greediness.

Text Authorship:

  • by John Donne (1572 - 1631), "Confined love"

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 239
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