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The frost has glaz'd our deepest streams,
The frost has glaz'd our deepest streams,
Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams.
Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams.
Yet Winter, blest be thy return,
Yet Winter, blest be thy return,
Thou'st brought the swain for whom I us'd to mourn,
Thou'st brought the swain for whom I us'd to mourn,
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Then must my weak, unwilling arms
Then must my weak, unwilling arms
Resign him up to stronger charms.
Resign him up to stronger charms.
What flowers, what sweets, what beauteous thing
What flowers, what sweets, what beauteous thing
when Damon's gone, can ease or pleasure bring?
when Damon's gone, can ease or pleasure bring?

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Title: Stript of their green
Composer: Henry Purcell
Lyricist: Peter Motteuxcreate page

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: S

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

Published: 1692

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Original text and translations

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Stript of their green our groves appear,
Our vale lie buried deep in snow;
The blowing north controls the air,
A nipping cold chills all below.
The frost has glaz'd our deepest streams,
Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams.

Yet Winter, blest be thy return,
Thou'st brought the swain for whom I us'd to mourn,
And in thy ice with pleasing flames we burn.

Too soon the sun's reviving heat
Will thaw thy ice and melt thy snow;
Trumpets will sound and drums will beat,
And tell me the dear youth must go.
Then must my weak, unwilling arms
Resign him up to stronger charms.

What flowers, what sweets, what beauteous thing
when Damon's gone, can ease or pleasure bring?
winter brings Damon, Winter is my Spring.