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James Corfe
(1713 - c.1765)
When first I fair Cælinda knew (reduced accompaniment)
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149341 : Corfe : When first I fair Cælinda knew (reduced acco... : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs)
"The Impertinent Poet", from Twelve English songs with their symphonies, London, c.1745.
Lyrics: Thomas D'Urfey (adapted)
When first I fair Cælinda knew,
Her favour then was great;
Her eyes I could with freedom view,
And friendly rays did meet:
In ev'ry scene we pass'd the time
That could to pleasure move;
She often deigned to hear me rhyme,
And read my songs of love.
At length my licence grew too bold,
Press'd by poetic flame:
And when my passion I had told,
She loathed the poet's name:
Thus I that could her friendship boast,
And did her love pursue,
Am taught subjection at the cost
Of love, and friendship too.
When first I fair Cælinda knew,
Her favour then was great;
Her eyes I could with freedom view,
And friendly rays did meet:
In ev'ry scene we pass'd the time
That could to pleasure move;
She often deigned to hear me rhyme,
And read my songs of love.
At length my licence grew too bold,
Press'd by poetic flame:
And when my passion I had told,
She loathed the poet's name:
Thus I that could her friendship boast,
And did her love pursue,
Am taught subjection at the cost
Of love, and friendship too.