Тексты песен Alfred Deller

I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain, for I am myself my own fever, for I am myself my own fever and pain. Now more now, no more noww, fond heart, with pride, no more swell thou canst not ra

If music be the food of love, sing on till I am fill'd with joy; for then my list'ning soul you move with pleasures that can never cloy, your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare that you are music ev

Music for a while Shall all your cares beguile. Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd And disdaining to be pleas'd Till Alecto free the dead From their eternal bands, Till the snakes drop from her head

O SOLITUDE, MY SWEETEST CHOICE O solitude, my sweetest choice! Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult and from noise, How ye my restless thoughts delight! O solitude, my sweetest choice! O he