Henry Purcell - King Arthur: Act IV. Passacaglia. | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Henry Purcell
• King Arthur: Act IV. Passacaglia.

How happy the lover,
How easy his chain!
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain.
How happy the lover, etc.

SYLVAN & NYMPH
For love ev'ry creature
Is form'd by his nature.
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.

CHORUS
No joys are above.
The pleasures of love.

THREE NYMPHS
In vain are our graces,
In vain are your eyes.
In vain are our graces
If love you despise.
When age furrows faces,
'Tis too late to be wise.

THREE SYLVANS
Then use the sweet blessing
While now in possessing.
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.

THREE NYMPHS
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.

Henry Purcell еще тексты