Alfred Deller sings “From Rosy Bow’rs“ - Henry Purcell

Video footage of Deller performing Purcell’s setting of a text by Thomas d’Urfey. Link to My Alfred Deller playlist: From rosy bow’rs where sleeps the god of Love, Hither, ye little waiting Cupids, fly: Teach me in soft, melodious songs to move, With tender passion, my heart’s darling joy. Ah! let the soul of music tune my voice, To win dear Strephon, who my soul enjoys. Or if more influencing Is to be brisk and airy, With a step and a bound, And a frisk from the ground, I will trip like any fairy. As once on Ida dancing, Were three celestial bodies, With an air and a face, And a shape, and a grace, Let me charm like Beauty’s goddess. Ah! ’tis all in vain, Death and despair must end the fatal pain, Cold despair, disguis’d, like snow and rain, Falls on my breast! Bleak winds in tempests blow, My veins al