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First Line: Have fair fallen, o fair, fair have fallen
Last Line: Off him, but meaning motion fans fresh our wits with wonder.
Subject(s): Music & Musicians; Purcell, Henry (1659-1695)

Have fair fallen, O fair, fair have fallen, so dear
To me, no arch-especial a spirit as heaves in Henry Purcell,
An age is now since passed, since parted, with the reversal
Of the outlawed sentence low lays him, listed to a heresy, here.

Not mood in him nor meaning, proud fire pr sacred fear,
Or love or pity all that sweet notes not his might nurstle:
It is the forged feature finds me, it is the rehearsal
Of own, of abrupt self there so thrusts on, so throngs the ear.

Let him Oh! with the air of angels then lift me, lay me! only I'll
Have an eye to the sakes of him, quaint moonmarks, to his pelted
plumage under
Wings: so some great stormfowl, whenever he has walked his while

The thunder-purple seabeach plumed purple-of-thunder,
If a wuthering of his palmy snow-pinions scatter a colossal smile
Off him, but meaning motion fans fresh our wits with wonder.

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