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- Editor: Udo Baake (added 2002-02-20). Score information: Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: in A4 page format, different lyrics from ID # 3020
- Editor: Alfred M. Drenth (added 2001-09-28). Score information: 104 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: in A4 page format, requires Acrobat Reader 4.0 or higher
General Information
Title: If Love's a Sweet Passion
Composer: Henry Purcell
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Opera
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Lyrics from CPDL 3277:
- I press her hand gently,
- look languishing down,
- and by passionate silence
- I make my love known.
- But oh! How I'm blest
- when so kind she does prove,
- by some willing mistake
- to discover her love.
- When in striving to hide,
- she reveals her flame,
- and in our eyes tell each other
- what neither dares name.
Lyrics from CPDL 3020:
- If love's a sweet passion why does it torment?
- If a bitter, oh tell me, whence comes my content?
- Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
- or grieve at my fate, when I know it's in vain?
- Yet so pleasing the pain is so soft as the dart,
- That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.