John Wilbye Death Poems
- 1. And Though My Love Abounding
And though my love abounding,
Did make me fall a sounding,
Yet am I well contented,
Still so to be tormented,
... - 2. Unkind, O, Stay Thy Flying!
Unkind, O, stay thy flying!
And if I needs must die, pity me dying.
But in thee, my heart is lying
And no death can assail me,
... - 3. O, What Shall I Do
O, what shall I do, or whither shall I turn me?
Shall I make unto her eyes? O, no, they'll burn me!
Shall I seal up my eyes and speak my part?
Then in a flood of tears I drown my heart,
... - 4. Ah! Cruel Amarillis
Ah! cruel Amarillis, since thou takâ??st delight
To hear the accents of a doleful ditty,
To triumph still without remorse or pity;
I loathe this life,death must my sorrow right;
... - 5. Ong Have I Made These Hills And Valleys Weary
Long have I made these hills and valleys weary,
With noise of these my shrieks and cries that fill the air;
She only, who should make me merry,
Hears not my prayer:
... - 6. Ah! Cannot Sighs Not Tears
Ah! cannot sighs not tears, nor aught else move thee
To pity me, who more than life do love thee?
O cruel fates! see, now away sheâ??s flying,
And fly, alas! alas! and leave me dying.
... - 7. Ye That Do Live In Pleasures
Ye that do live in pleasures plenty,
and dwell in Music's sweetest Airs,
whose eyes are quick, whose ears are dainty,
not clogg'd with earth or worldly cares,
... - 8. When Shall My Wretched Life
When shall my wretched life give place to death?
That my sad cares may be enforcâ??d to leave me.
Come, saddest shadow, stop my vital breath,
For I am thine, then let not care bereave thee
... - 9. Alas! What A Wretched Life Is This!
Alas! What a wretched life is this!
Nay what a death! Where tyrant Love commandeth!
My flowâ??ring days are in their prime declining,
All my proud hope quite fallâ??n, and life untwining,
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