Now is your turne, my dearest, to be set A jem in this eternall coronet; 'Twas rich before, but since your name is downe, It sparkles now like Ariadne's crowne. Blaze by this sphere for ever; or this doe, Let me and it shine evermore by you.
Five Herrick Poems
Song Cycle by Lennox Randal Francis Berkeley, Sir (1903 - 1989)
1. Now is your turne, my dearest, to be set  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To his deare valentine, Mistresse Margaret Falconbrige"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Dearest of thousands, now the time draws neare  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Dearest of thousands, now the time draws neere, That with my lines my life must full-stop here; Cut off thy haires, and let thy teares be shed Over my turfe, when I am buried. Then for effusions, let none wanting be, Or other rites that doe belong to me; As love shall helpe thee, when thou do'st go hence Unto [thy]1 everlasting residence.
Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "His charge to Julia at his death"
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3. These springs were maidens once that lov'd  [sung text checked 1 time]
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These Springs were Maidens once that lov'd, But lost to that, they most approv'd: My Story tels, by Love they were Turn'd to these Springs, which we see here: The pretty whimpering that they make, When of the Banks their leave they take; Tels yee but this, they are the same, In nothing chang'd but in their name.
Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "How Springs came first"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. My God! look on me withe'eye  [sung text checked 1 time]
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My God! look on me with thine eye Of pittie, not of scrutinie; For if thou dost, thou then shalt see Nothing but loathsome sores in mee. O then! for mercies' sake, behold These my irruptions manifold; And heale me with thy looke or touch: But if thou wilt not deigne so much Because I'm odious in thy sight, Speake but the word, and cure me quite.
Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "His ejaculation to God"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. If nine times you your bridegroom kiss  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
If nine times you your bridegroom kiss, The tenth you know the parson's is; Pay then your tithe; and doing thus, Prove your bride-bed numerous. If children you have ten, Sir John Won't for his tenth part ask you one.
Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The tithe. -- To the bride", appears in The Hesperides
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 275