by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
To sigh, yet feel no pain
Language: English
To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by; To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none; To think all other charms divine, But those we just have won; This is love, careless love, Such as kindleth hearts that rove. To keep one sacred flame, Through life unchill'd, unmoved, To love in wintry age the same As first in youth we loved; To feel that we adore To such refined excess, That though the heart would break with more, We could not live with less; This is love, faithful love, Such as saints might feel above.
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- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Love analysed" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Henry Théodore Pontet (1833 - 1902), "This is love", published 1879 [voice and piano], London [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2013-01-11
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Word count: 115