William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд)

Madrigal

TRITONS, which bounding dive
Through Neptune’s liquid plain,
When as ye shall arrive
With tilting tides where silver Ora plays,
And to your king his watery tribute pays,
  Tell how I dying live,
  And burn in midst of all the coldest main.

1. Like the Idalian Queen
2. Now While the Night Her Sable Veil Hath Spread
3. Who Hath Not Seen into Her Saffron Bed
4. Dear Eye, Which Deign'st on This Sad Monument
5. For the Baptist

Arthur Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Madrigal ("May we not love as others do")

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