When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite, That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo, He comes to brood and sit.
Four Songs
Song Cycle by Ernst Křenek (1900 - 1991)
1. Peace  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889), "Peace", appears in Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, first published 1918
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Patience  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray, But bid for, Patience is! Patience who asks Wants war, wants wounds; weary his times, his tasks; To do without, take tosses, and obey. Rare patience roots in these, and, these away, Nowhere. Natural heart's ivy, Patience masks Our ruins of wrecked past purpose. There she basks Purple eyes and seas of liquid leaves all day. We hear our hearts grate on themselves: it kills To bruise them dearer. Yet the rebellious wills Of us we do bid God bend to him even so. And where is he who more and more distils Delicious kindness? -- He is patient. Patience fills His crisp combs, and that comes those ways we know.
Authorship:
- by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889), no title, appears in Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, first published 1918
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. On a piece of music  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
[How all's]1 to one thing wrought!
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- by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889), "On a piece of music", appears in Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, first published 1918
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4. Moonrise  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I woke in the midsummer not-to-call night in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a fingernail held to the candle, Or paring of paradisaical fruit, lovely in waning but lustreless Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow of dark Maenefa the mountain; A cusp yet clasped him, a fluke yet fanged him entangled him, not quite utterly. This was the prized, the desirable sight, unsought, presented so easily, Parted me leaf and leaf, divided me eyelid and eyelid of slumber.
Authorship:
- by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889), "Moonrise", appears in Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, first published 1918
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