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Henry Rowley Bishop
(1786 - 1855)
Who is Sylvia? what is she
(S.A.T.T.B.)
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A glee by Bishop presented in traditional form for unaccompanied voices.
Lyrics: Willaim Shakespeare
Who is Sylvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heav'ns such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind as she is fair!
For beauty lives with kindness;
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring.
Who is Sylvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heav'ns such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind as she is fair!
For beauty lives with kindness;
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring.