The lily's withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech-trees on the wold The last wood-pigeon coos and calls. The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk, And down the windy garden walk The dead leaves scatter, -- hour by hour. Pale privet-petals white as milk Are blown into a snowy mass: The roses lie upon the grass Like little shreds of crimson silk.
Four Impressions
Song Cycle by Charles Tomlinson Griffes (1884 - 1920)
1. Le jardin  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Le Jardin"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Dezső Kosztolányi) , "Le jardin"
Appeared in Our Continent, Feb. 1882 as one of the Impressions
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
2. Impression du matin  [sung text checked 1 time]
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses' walls Seemed changed to shadows, and S. Paul's Loomed like a bubble o'er the town. Then suddenly arose the clang Of waking life; the streets were stirred With country waggons: and a bird Flew to the glistening roofs and sang. But one pale woman all alone, The daylight kissing her wan hair, Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare, With lips of flame and heart of stone.
Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Impression de Matin", from World (March 1881), revised same year and also in 1895
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Dezső Kosztolányi) , "Impression du matin"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
3. La Mer  [sung text checked 1 time]
A white mist drifts across the shrouds, A wild moon in this wintry sky Gleams like an angry lion's eye Out of a mane of tawny clouds. The muffled steersman at the wheel Is but a shadow in the gloom; - And in the throbbing engine-room Leap the long rode of polished steel. The shattered storm has left its trace Upon this huge and heaving dome, For the thin threads of yellow foam Float on the waves like ravelled lace.
Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "La Mer"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Dezső Kosztolányi) , "La mer"
Appeared in Our Continent, Feb. 1882 as one of the Impressions
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
4. Le Réveillon  [sung text checked 1 time]
The sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows flee, The dawn is rising from the sea, Like a white lady from her bed. And jagged brazen arrows fall Athwart the feathers of the night, And a long wave of yellow light Breaks silently on tower and hall, And spreading wide across the wold Wakes into flight some fluttering bird, And all the chestnut tops are stirred, And all the branches streaked with gold.
Authorship:
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), "Le Réveillon", from Poems as one of the "Impressions", first published 1881
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- HUN Hungarian (Magyar) (Dezső Kosztolányi) , "Le réveillon"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]