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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)

Language: English 
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. 

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "To his deare valentine, Mistresse Margaret Falconbrige"

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2. Dearest of thousands, now the time draws neare
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
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 thine everlasting residence. 

Text 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)

Language: English 
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.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "How Springs came first"

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4. My God! look on me withe'eye
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
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. 

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "His ejaculation to God"

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5. If nine times you your bridegroom kiss
 (Sung text)

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.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "The tithe. -- To the bride", appears in The Hesperides

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Total word count: 275
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