Harpalus
Language: English
Oh, Harpalus! (thus would he say) Unhappiest under sunne! The cause of thine unhappy day, By love was first begunne. Thou wentest first by sute to seeke A tigre to make tame, That settes not by thy love a leeke; But makes thy griefe her game. As easy it were to convert The forest into a flame; As for to turne a frowarde hert, Whom thou so faine wouldst frame. Corin, he liveth carelesse: He leapes among the leaves: He eats the frutes of thy redresse: Thou "reapst" he takes the sheaves.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), "Harpalus", subtitle: "An Ancient Pastoral", 1902. [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: 16
Word count: 92