Barbara Bonney - I take no pleasure (Purcell) | Текст песни

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I take no pleasure in the Sun's bright Beams, nor in the Chrystal river's purling Streams;
But in a dark and silent shady Grove, I sigh out woes of my neglected love.
Come cruel Fair, and charm me, e're I go to Death's embraces in the shades below;
For thou condemn'd and fetter'd, here I lye, 'till I your Sentence have, I cannot dye.
One look from those dear eyes, and then a'dieu, to all your cruelties and beauties, too.