by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
See how the fading glories of the year
Language: English
See how the fading glories of the year Put on a youthful smile to welcome her; 'Spite of the Dog-Star's madness, her bright eyes Create a spring of ever blooming joys. All nature to her charms fresh tribute yields, Making where'er she comes Elysian fields, Where roses proudly breathe out all their sweet And blush out all their beauty at her feet, Where nightingales their own lovesongs lay by, And her inimitable graces try, While the more wanton hills and groves rejoice, Faintly to echo back her heav'nly voice. But my pains rage the more near Paradise; Panthea is to me a burning glass of ice.
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), "See how the fading glories of the year", Z. 470, published 1689. [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: 14
Word count: 107