by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Deep lamenting
Language: English
Deep lamenting, grief, bewraying; Poor Amintas thus sat saying: Glut now thine eyes full, while I lie here adying; killed with disdain, alas, and pity crying; Now, mayst thou laugh full merrily; for dead lo is the man, dead is thy mortal enemy. O no, weep not, I cannot bide this blindness; All too late now God wot, all too late comes this kindness. But if you would that death should, death of life, of life should deprive me; Weep not alas lest you revive me, weep not lest you thereby revive me. Ah cease to bewail me, my life now doth fail me.
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 Thomas Morley (1557 - 1602), "Deep lamenting", published 1593 [ vocal trio a cappella ], from Canzonets, or Little Short Songs to Three Voices, no. 9, London: Thomas Este [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2024-05-10
Line count: 19
Word count: 104