by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall
King Death
Language: English
King Death was a rare old fellow! He sate where no sun could shine; And he lifted his hand so yellow, And poured out his coal-black wine. Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine! There came to him many a Maiden, Whose eyes had forgot to shine; And Widows, with grief o'erladen, For a draught of his sleepy wine. Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine! The Scholar left all his learning; The Poet his fancied woes; And the Beauty her bloom returning, Like life to the fading rose. Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine! All came to the royal old fellow, Who laugh'd till his eyes dropped brine, As he gave them his hand so yellow, And pledged them in Death's black wine. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine!
Authorship:
- by Bryan Waller Procter (1787 - 1874), as Barry Cornwall, "King Death" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "King Death", 1885. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-03-21
Line count: 21
Word count: 126