by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Morpheus thou gentle god
Language: English
Morpheus thou gentle god of soft repose, The unruly tumults of my mind compose, Allay the fury of my anxious care, Drive hence black thoughts and chase away despair. Here let indulgent fancy soothe my pain, Here let me sleep and never wake again. What's this I feel; what's this within my breast Strikes such alarms and will not let me rest? 'Tis jealousy, tormenting jealousy, the bane of love. I rage, I rave, my soul on fire, Tortured with wild despair and fierce desire. My Strephon's loss I cannot, will not bear; I'll be revenged and more; no more than woman dare. Death, only death can now my thoughts employ: I must my rival or myself destroy.
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 Daniel Purcell (1660 - 1717), "Morpheus thou gentle god" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 15
Word count: 118