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John Clarke-Whitfeld
(1770 - 1836)
So many tears of misery
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[Two favourite Glees,] "So many tears of misery &c" with an accompaniment for the Piano Forte, the Poetry by the late Revd. Willm. Collier, Trin. Coll. Cam. Composed by Dr John Clarke, of Cambridge. Pr. 2/-. London. Printed & sold by PRESTON at his Wholesale Warehouses 97, Strand.
Lyrics: William Collier
So many tears of misery have failed to move your heart,
That, wearied with your tyranny, despairing I depart.
Yet think, at last relenting, lest pity come too late,
When, Love, the wrongs resenting, no more your smiles await.
But, Oh! Regard with lenity this proud presumptuous strain,
While frantic by your cruelty, I dare to brave your train.
Oh! Let thy heart consenting once more again be mine.
And I, with tears repenting, for ever will be thine.
So many tears of misery have failed to move your heart,
That, wearied with your tyranny, despairing I depart.
Yet think, at last relenting, lest pity come too late,
When, Love, the wrongs resenting, no more your smiles await.
But, Oh! Regard with lenity this proud presumptuous strain,
While frantic by your cruelty, I dare to brave your train.
Oh! Let thy heart consenting once more again be mine.
And I, with tears repenting, for ever will be thine.