III: “Oh might those sighes and teares return againe”

Benjamin Britten - Pop
III: “Oh might those sighes and teares return againe”
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O might those sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent That I might in this holy discontent Mourn with some fruit, as I have mourned in vain; In mine Idolatry what showers of rain Mine eyes did waste! what griefs my heart did rent! That sufferance was my sin; now I repent; 'Cause I did suffer I must suffer pain Th' hydropic drunkard, and night-scouting thief The itchy lecher, and self-tickling proud Have the remembrance of past joys for relief Of comming ills. To (poor) me is allowed No ease; for long, yet vehement grief hath been Th' effect and cause, the punishment and sin
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- Benjamin Britten
- John Donne