| What then
is loue
but mourning? Text by Thomas Campion Music by Philip Rosseter |
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What then is loue but mourning? What desire, but a selfe-burning? Till shee that hates doth loue returne, Thus will I mourne, thus will I sing, Come away, come away, my darling. Beautie is but a blooming, Youth in his glorie entombing ; Time hath a while, which none can stay : Then come away, while thus I sing, Come away, come away, my darling. Sommer in winter fadeth ; Gloomie night heaun'ly light shadeth : Like to the morne are Venus flowers ; Such are her howers : then will I sing, Come away, come away, my darling. |
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RealAudio sample from the CD
What Then Is Love? An Elizabethan Songbook.
Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 29.
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