by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace
Language: English
Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace, How happy should I prove, Might I supply that envy'd place With never fading love. There Phoenix like, beneath her eye, Involv'd in fragrance burn and die. Know, hapless flower, That thou shalt find more fragrant roses there. I see thy with'ring head reclin'd With envy and despair. One common fate we both must prove, You die with envy, I with love.
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 Maurice Greene (1696 - 1755), "Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-11-16
Line count: 12
Word count: 68