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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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Fairest isle of isles excelling, seat of pleasures and of loves, Venus here will choose her dwelling, and forsake her Cyprian groves. Cupid, from his fav’rite nation, care and envy will remove; Jealousy, that poisons passion and despair that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, sighs that blow the fire of love, Soft repulses, kind disdaining, shall be all the pains you prove. Every swain shall pay his duty, grateful every nymph shall prove; And as these excel in beauty, those shall be renown’d for love.
How blest are shepherds, how happy their lasses, While drums and trumpets are sounding alarms. Over our lowly sheds all the storm passes, And when we die ’tis in each others arms, All the day on our herds and flocks employing, All the night on our flutes and in enjoying.
Bright nymphs of Britain with graces attended, Let not your days without pleasure expire. Honour’s but empty, and when youth is ended, All men will praise you but none will desire. Let not youth fly away without contenting, Age will come time enough for your repenting.