by Edmund Waller (1608 - 1687)
The selfe banished
Language: English
It is not that I love you lesse, then when before your feet I lay, but to prevent the sad encrease of hopeless Love I keep away: In vain alas for ev'ry thing that I have known belong to you, your form dares to my fancy bring, and make my old wounds bleed anew. But I have vow'd, and never must your banish'd fervant trouble you for if he break you may distrust, the vow he made to love you too. Who in the Spring from the new Sun Already hath a Feaver got; Too late begins those shafts to shun Which Phabus through his veines hath shot, Too late he would the pains aswage, And to thick shadows does retire, About with him he bears the rage, And in his tainted bloud the fire.
Authorship:
- by Edmund Waller (1608 - 1687) [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 Lawes (c1595 - 1662), "The selfe banished", from the collection Ayres and Dialogues, Book 1 [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2014-04-15
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Word count: 135