Flow my teares fall from your springs,
Exilde for ever: Let me morne
Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorne.
Downe vaine lights shine you no more,
No nights are dark enough for those
That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore,
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pittie is fled,
And teares, and sighes, and grones
My wearie days of all joyes have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment,
My fortune is throwne,
And feare, and griefe, and paine
For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone.
Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
Learn to contemne light,
Happy that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite.
Hudba: John Dowland (1563 -- 1626)
Dowland - Second Booke Of Songs 1600 (The Consort of Musicke & Emma Kirkby)
- I Saw My Lady Weepe
- Flow My Tears
- Sorrow, Stay
- Die not before thy day
- Mourn, mourn, day is with..
- Time's eldest son, Old Ag..
- Then sit thee down and sa..
- When Others Sing Venite
- Praise blindness eyes, fo..
- O sweet woods, the deligh..
- If floods of tears could ..
- Fine Knacks for Ladies
- Now cease my wandering ey..
- Come ye heavy states of n..
- White as Lilies was Her F..
- When others sing 'Venite ..
- Woeful heart with grief o..
- A Shepherd in a shade his..
- Faction that ever dwells ..
- Shall I sue, shall I seek..
- Toss not my soul
- Clear or cloudy sweet as ..
- Humour say what makst tho..
- 1. Come again sweet love dot..
- 2. White as Lilies was Her F..
- 3. Now, O Now, I Needs Must ..
- 4. Awake sweet love thou art..
- 5. Stay time a while thy fly..
- 6. Flow My Tears
- 7. Come Away, Come Sweet Lov..
- 8. O sweet woods, the deligh..
- 9. His golden locks time hat..
- 10. Flow Not So Fast, Ye Foun..