by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Fly swift, ye hours
Language: English
Fly swift, ye hours, fly swift, thou lazy sun; Make haste and drive the tedious minutes on. Bring back my Belvidera to my sight, My Belvidera, than thyself more bright. Swifter than Time my eager wishes move, And scorn the beaten paths of vulgar love. Soft peace is banish'd from my tortur'd breast, Love robs my days of ease, my nights of rest. Yet tho' her cruel scorn provokes despair, My passion still is strong as she is fair. Still must I love, still bless the pleasing pain, Still court my ruin and embrace my chain.
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 Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Fly swift, ye hours", Z. 369, published 1692. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 96