Thank you very much! Jose Luis
El 28/08/2007, a las 19:14, Gordon Callon escribio: > [Voice 1] > The lark now leaves his wat'ry Nest > And clining, shakes his dewy Wings. > He takes this Window for the east > And here to implore thy light, he sings. > Awake, awake, the morn will never rise > Till she can dress her beauties at thine eyes. > > [Voice 2] > The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, > The ploughman from the sun his season takes, > But still the lover wonders who they are > That hopes for day but when his mistress wakes. > [chorus] > Awake, awake, the morn will never rise > Till she can dress her beauties at thine eyes. > > [From my edition, Part 2, lyrics p. xxvii; music pp. 38-39.] > > > Sir William Davenant, Works, 1673 (Poems on Several Occasions, > Never before Printed, 1672), p. 320 [Sig. Ss verso]: > > Song > > The Lark now leaves his watry Nest > And climbing, shakes his dewy Wings; > He takes this Window for the East; > And to implore your Light, he Sings, > Awake, awake, the Morn will never rise, > Till she can dress her Beauty at your Eies. > > The Merchant bowes unto the Seamans Star, > The Ploughman from the Sun his Season takes; > But still the Lover wonders what they are, > Who look for day before his Mistress wakes. > Awake, awake, break through your Vailes of Lawne! > Then draw your Curtains, and begin the Dawne. -- To get on or off this list see list information at http://www.cs.dartmouth.edu/~wbc/lute-admin/index.html
