by
William Smyth (1765 - 1849)
O sweet were the hours
Language: English
Our translations: FRE ITA
O sweet were the hours
When in mirth's frolic throng
I led up the revels
With dance and with song;
When brisk from the fountain
And bright as the day,
My spirits o'erflow'd
And ran sparkling away!
Wine! Wine! Wine!
Come bring me wine to cheer me,
Friend of my heart!
Come pledge me high!
Wine! Till the dreams of youth
Again are near me,
Why must they leave me,
Tell me, why?
Return, ye sweet hours!
Once again let me see
Your airly light forms
Of enchantment and glee;
Come, give an old friend,
While he crowns his gay glass,
A nod as you part
And a smile as you pass
I cannot forget you,
I would not resign,
There's health in my pulse,
And a spell in my wine;
And sunshine in Autumn,
Tho' passing too soon,
Is sweeter and dearer
Than sunshine in June.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Daphné van Raemdonck) , "Oh, douces furent les heures", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Anonymous/Unidentified Artist) , "O köstliche Zeit"
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Belli erano i momenti", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2004-08-03
Line count: 32
Word count: 147
Belli erano i momenti
Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English
Belli erano i momenti
Quando in dolce compagnia
Con danze e con canti
Festeggiavo in allegria;
Quando vivo come una fontana
E luminoso come il giorno
Il mio spirito traboccava
Diffondendosi intorno!
Vino! Vino! Vino!
Portami vino per rendermi lieto,
Amico del mio cuore!
Brinda alla mia salute!
Vino! Fino a che i sogni di giovinezza
Ancora mi stanno vicini,
Perché dovrebbero lasciarmi,
Dimmi, perché?
Ritornate dolcissime ore!
Regalate ancora al mio sguardo
Le vostre luminose figure
Piene di gioia e di incanto;
Venite, con un vecchio amico,
Che leva il bicchiere al viso,
E, se tu parti, un saluto
E, se tu passi, un sorriso.
Dimenticarti non posso,
E rassegnarmi nemmeno,
C'è energia nel mio sangue,
E una magia nel mio vino;
Ed il sole d'autunno,
Pur se presto svanisce
Più del sole di giugno
Accarezza e addolcisce.
Text Authorship:
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Based on:
- a text in English by William Smyth (1765 - 1849), "O sweet were the hours"
This text was added to the website: 2004-12-11
Line count: 32
Word count: 140
