I was suprised to see this reference, and it would be nice if anyone can shed any further light as the internet does not reveal much....
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Human's Lib
Hunt The Self
Messing around I've wasted my time for years
Listening to friends who keep filling me up with ideas
Having deep talks with scholars who sound so fine
Hearing this sham is like getting drunk on cheap wine
Well it's time for a change
I've got to move on
There's got to be more than this
The feeling is strong
Look in better places gonna look inside
Gonna get higher something is pulling me on
Breaking down the old ways feeling no regret
Gone are the shaky sands I've been building on
Well it's time for a change
Well I've lost lots of friends
I've got to move on
By sticking to my ground
There's got to be more than this
I don't give a damn
The feeling is strong
Just look what I've found
Here I come now got no time to frown
Nothing in my way now nothing can bring me down
Feel that surge open the doors around
Higher and higher the world is my hunting ground
Well it's time for a change
I've got to move on
There's got to be more than this
The feeling is strong
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http://www.lyricszoo.com/wieland-kuijken-various-artists/the-self-banished-alfred-deller-david-munrow-richard-lee-desmond-dupre-robert-elliott/The Self Banished
By Edmund Waller 1606–1687 Edmund Waller
It is not that I love you less
Than when before your feet I lay,
But to prevent the sad increase
Of hopeless love, I keep away.
In vain (alas!) for everything
Which I have known belong to you,
Your form does to my fancy bring,
And makes my old wounds bleed anew.
Who in the spring from the new sun
Already has a fever got,
Too late begins those shafts to shun,
Which Phœbus through his veins has shot.
Too late he would the pain assuage,
And to thick shadows does retire;
About with him he bears the rage,
And in his tainted blood the fire.
But vow’d I have, and never must
Your banish’d servant trouble you;
For if I break, you may distrust
The vow I made to love you, too.
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Poet
Edmund Waller 1606–1687
POET’S REGION
England
SCHOOL / PERIOD
17th Century
Subjects
Time & Brevity, Relationships, Living, Love, Separation & Divorce, Infatuation & Crushes, Break-ups & Vexed Love, Realistic & Complicated
Poetic Terms
Rhymed Stanza
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174708The following brief comment is from wikipedia,and there is also a bio on Waller himself again in Wikipedia but not inlculuded here
"The Self Banished" is a poem written by Edmund Waller in about 1645, and is one of the first songs written by the English composer Edward Elgar. It was written in 1875, and specifically for “soprano or tenor”. It is unpublished.
