Songs

She Loves and She Confesses, Too

by Henry Purcell

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She Loves and She Confesses, Too
English source: Abraham Cowley

She loves and she confesses too,
There’s then at last no more to do;
The happy work’s entirely done,
Enter the town which thou hast won;
The fruits of conquest now begin,
Io, triumph, enter in.

What’s this, ye Gods! What can it be?
Remains there still an enemy?
Bold Honour stands up in the gate,
And would yet capitulate.
Have I o’ercome all real foes,
And shall this phantom me oppose?

Noisy nothing, stalking shade,
By what witchcraft wert thou made,
Thou empty cause of solid harms?
But I shall find out counter charms,
Thy airy devilship to remove
From this circle here of love.

Sure I shall rid myself of thee
By the night’s obscurity,
And obscurer secrecy;
Unlike to ev’ry other spright
Thou attempt’st not men to affright
Nor appear’st but in the light.

Composer

Henry Purcell

Henry Purcell (c. 10 September 1659 – 21 November 1695) was an English composer. It is said that he began composing at nine years old. As an adult, he became organist at Westminster Abbey, and later the Chapel Royal. Information from Wikipedia. For…

Poet

Abraham Cowley

Abraham Cowley was an English poet born in the City of London late in 1618. He was one of the leading English poets of the 17th century, with 14 printings of his Works published between 1668 and 1721.

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