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General Information

Title: O cruel Amarillis
Composer: William Horsley
Lyricist: Giovanni Battista Guarini

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: AATTB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1801

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Original text and translations

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O cruel Amarillis,
O nymph, more sweet and fair
Than fairest lillies are;
Since speaking I offend,
Silent I'll seek my end,
But yet for me the hills
And ev'ry vale shall loudly cry.
Fountains shall weep for me;
Hoarse winds to ev'ry tree
Shall tell my mournful tale;
And in my cheek all pale
Shall grief and pity speak:
And, should all other things be mute,
My hapless end shall speak,
My death shall tell thee
Thou my heart did'st break.