by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Come tread the paths
Language: English
Come tread the paths of pensive pangs With me, ye lovers true. Bewail with me your luckless lot, With tears you eyes bedew. Aid me, ye ghosts who loathed life, Your lovers being slain, With sighs and sobs and notes of dule My hard hap to complain. Farewell, my lords and friends; Farewell my princely state: Let father rue his rigour, Shown in slaying of my mate. Ah! Guichardo, if thy sprite do walk, Come draw thy lover nigh: Behold, I yield to thee my ghost; Ah, see! I die, alas, I die.
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 Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "Come tread the paths", note: originally attributed to William Byrd. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 93