Тексты песен «John Dowland»

All ye, whom Love of Fortune hath betray'd; All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief; All ye, whose hopes are evermore delay'd, All ye, whose sighs or sickness want relief; Lend ears and teares to me, most hapless...

Burst forth my teares, assist my forward grief, And show what pain imperious Love provokes. Kind tender lambs, lament Love's scant relief, And pine, since pensive Care my freedom yokes. O pine, to see me pine, my tender...

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find? No no: where shadows do for...

Come again, Sweet love doth now invite, Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight. To see, to hear, To touch, to kiss, To die with thee again In sweetest sympathy Come again, That I may cease to mourn Through thy...

Come away , come sweet love The golden morning breaks. All the earth, all the air, Of love and pleasure speaks: Teach thine arms then to embrace, And sweet Rosy Lips to kiss, And mix our souls in mutual bliss. Eyes were...

Dear, if you change, I'll never choose again. Sweet, if you shrink, I'll never think of love. Fair, if you fail, I'll judge all beauty vain. Wise, if too weak, more wits I'll never prove. Dear, Sweet, Fair, Wise,...

Go crystal tears, like to the morning show'rs And sweetly weep into thy lady's breast. And as the dews rerive the drooping flow'rs, So let your drops of pity be address'd, To quicken up the thoughts of my desert, Which...

If my complaints could passions move, Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong: My passions were enough to prove, That my despairs had govern'd me too long. O Love, I live and die in thee, Thy grief in my deep sighs...

(The Frog Galliard) Now, O now, I needs must part, Parting though I absent mourn Absence can no joy impart: Joy once fled cannot return. While I live I needs must love, Love lives not when Hope is gone. Now at last...

Rest awhile, you cruel cares Be not more severe than love. Beauty kills and beauty spares, And sweet smiles sad sighs remove: Laura, fair queen of my delight, Come grant me love in love's despite, And if I fail ever to...

Sleep, wayward thoughts, and rest you with my love: Let not my Love be with my love diseas'd. Touch not, proud hands, lest you her anger move, But pine you with my longings long displeas'd. Thus, while she sleeps, I...

Think'st thou then by thy feigning Sleep, with a proud disdaining, Or with thy crafty closing Thy cruel eyes reposing, To drive me from my sight, When sleep yields more delight, Such harmless beauty gracing. And while...

Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint, And wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart: And you: my tongue that makes my mouth a mint, And stamps my thoughts to coin them words by art, Be still: for if you ever do...