Name: Phaedria's Isle
Duration: 5 min 20 s
Channel: Benjamin Bruce
Description: "Phaedria's Isle" is a song by Sean agus Nua. A song in the Dorian mode, with harp, keyboard, and recorder.

Phaedria's Isle

Sean agus Nua

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A song in the Dorian mode, with harp, keyboard, and recorder.

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Sean agus Nua

The Old and the New - Acoustic Celtic and folk music

We are a musical trio from Texas who have a love for Irish music. Whether or not our own music reflects that is yours to decide, but in general our songs are acoustic and sometimes include uncommon instruments such as psalteries and harps. We mostly sing in English, but we have a few songs in Latin, Greek, and Spanish as well.

Song Info

Genre

World • New Age

Charts

Peak #594

Peak in subgenre #159

Author

Benjamin Bruce

Rights

Benjamin Bruce

Uploaded

August 18, 2008

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 5:20

Story behind the song

This song was inspired by an incident in the second book of Edmund Spenser's epic poem The Faerie Queene.  Sir Guyon did go with Phaedria (thinking that she would just take him across the river), but he never yielded to her "foolish humour and vain jolliment."  She took him to her island against his will, but allowed him to return when she found him unwilling to be subdued.

Lyrics

Wouldest thou cross from this strand?
Lo! a bark before thee doth stand,
And in 't a damsel fair and bright, 
Phaedria hight; she beckoneth to thee.

		Beware!  Beware!  Phaedria the Fair,
		For she an enchantress be.
		Retain thine arms, refuse her charms,
		And temperate ever be.

To the Idle Lake ye shall go,
In her boat which she doth not row.
It has no need of oar or sail
E'en in the gale; it goes where this maiden wills.

Phaedria's Isle, O fairest on earth,
Loud with song, and filled with mirth.
'Tis here she'll bring thee in her craft.
With a laugh she leadeth thee ashore.

Birds and branches, songs and trees,
To allure thy mind to ease.
She'll charm thee with her melody,
So carefree!  She singeth and thou shalt sleep.

"Gardens, fields, and pleasant flowers
Spring and blossom fresh and fair.
Yet no man for them takes pains or care;
Nought can compare.  Waste not thy joyous time!"

Fair she is, yea, fair she beams;
Yet heed not her treacherous schemes,
For all's not good that goodly seems; 
Though she beams, heed not her tender call.

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