At her fair hands how have I grace entreated With prayers oft repeated! Yet still my love is thwarted: Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted Say, shall she go? O no, no, no! She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted. How often have my sighs declared my anguish, Wherein I daily languish! Yet still she doth procure it: Heart, let her go, for I cannot endure it Say, shall she go? O no, no, no! She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it. But if the love that hath and still doth burn me No love at length return me, Out of my thoughts I'll set her: Heart, let her go, O heart, I pray thee, let her! Say, shall she go? O no, no, no! Fix'd in the heart, how can the heart forget her?
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Cecil Armstrong Gibbs (1889 - 1960), "How can the heart forget her?" [SATB chorus] [text verified 1 time]
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "At her fair hands how have I grace entreated", published 1605, from the collection Ultimum Vale, or the Third Booke of Ayres [text verified 1 time]
- by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "At her fair hands", published 1898 [satb chorus a cappella], from Eight Four-part Songs, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
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