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William Horsley
(1774 - 1858)
Slow, fresh fount
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Published London, 1801. Horsley was an enthusiastic early-adopter of the metronome: tempo markings are his own.
Lyrics: Ben Jonson
Slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears
O slower, yet; O fainter, gentle springs:
List to the heavy part the music bears;
Woe weeps out her division when she sings.
Droop herbs and flow'rs; fall grief in showers;
Our beauty is not ours. Oh could I still
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Fall down, fall down,
Since summer's pride is now a wither'd daffodil.
Slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears
O slower, yet; O fainter, gentle springs:
List to the heavy part the music bears;
Woe weeps out her division when she sings.
Droop herbs and flow'rs; fall grief in showers;
Our beauty is not ours. Oh could I still
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Fall down, fall down,
Since summer's pride is now a wither'd daffodil.