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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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Stript of their green our groves appear, Our vales lie buried deep in snow; The blowing north controls the air, A nipping cold chills all below.
The frost has glaz’ our deepest streams, Phoebus withdraws his kindly beams. Yet winter blest be thy return, Thou’st brought the swain For whom I used to mourn; And in thy ice with pleasing flames we burn.
Too soon the sun’s reviving heat, Will thaw thy ice and melt thy snow; Trumpets will sound, and drums will beat, And tell me the dear, dear youth must go. Then must my weak unwilling arms, Resign him up to stronger charms; What flowers, what sweets, what beauteous thing, When Damon’s gone, can ease or pleasure bring? Winter brings Damon; winter is my spring.