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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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Farewell, fond youth, if thou hadst not been blind, Out of mine eyes thou mightst have read my mind. But now I plainly see How thou wouldst fain leave me, Sure I was accurst Not to go at first, Oh fie no! Sweet stay, and I will tell thee why no.
Once more farewell, since first I heard thee speak And had but sung farewell, my heart would break. But now since I do find Thy love is like the wind, What a fool was I To be like to die! I was not. Yet say I was a fool, I pass not.
Woe's me, alas! why did I let him go? These be the fruits of idle saying 'no'. Now that he can disprove me, How ever shall he love me? Nay but he is gone, Then I am undone! Oh hold him!