by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
When my Aemelia smiles
Language: English
When my Aemelia smiles, she wounds me With a smooth shaft that I embrace, When she speaks, yet more confounds me, Her words do slide with such a grace. From that soft voice what can defend me? Such lively sense does from it flow; All others' wit does now offend me. Since by kind whispers I know.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "When my Aemelia smiles", Z. 434, published 1699. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 57