by Eva Selina Laura Gore-Booth (1870 - 1926)
The grand road from the mountain goes...
Language: English
The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart, But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me, And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart. A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o'er the hill, And there is glory in it and terror on the wind, But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still, And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind. The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way, Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal, But the Little Waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray, And the Little Waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul.
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From Anthology of Irish Verse, ed. by Padraic Colum, 1922.Text Authorship:
- by Eva Selina Laura Gore-Booth (1870 - 1926), "The little waves of Breffny" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "The little waves of Breffny", c1921 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Herbert Norman Howells (1892 - 1983), "The Waves of Breffny", op. 2 no. 3 (1911) [ low voice and piano ], from A Cycle of Five Songs for Low Voice, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
- by (Gerald) Graham Peel (1878 - 1937), "The little waves of Breffny", published 1910 [ voice and piano ], from The Country Lover, no. 1, London, Chappell & Co. [sung text not yet checked]
- by John Theodore Livingston Raynor (1909 - 1970), "The Little Waves Of Breffny", op. 225 (1949) [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-04-26
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