by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers
Language: English
Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers: Here shelter is from sharpest showers, Cool gales of wind breathe in these shades, Danger none this place invades; Here sit and note the chirping birds Pleading my love in silent words. Come, Phyllis, come, bright heaven’s eye Cannot upon thy beauty pry; Glad Echo in distinguished voice Naming thee will here rejoice; Then come and hear her merry lays Crowning thy name with lasting praise.
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 Thomas Ford (d. 1648), "Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers", published 1607, from the collection Musicke of Sundrie Kindes [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2014-02-24
Line count: 12
Word count: 72