by Julian Sturgis (1848 - 1904)
Come, boy Bacchus, a bunch of grapes
Language: English
Come, boy Bacchus, a bunch of grapes, The bunch you dearest treasure ! 'Twill fill my soul with exquisite shapes, For well I know the pleasure Of a rich ripe grape slow pressed in the mouth Bringing me dreams of the lusty South, Of sunbrown youth And sun-bright maiden And all a laughing, And all a laden with grapes, grapes, grapes, grapes, beyond all measure ! And all a laughing And all a laden with grapes, grapes, grapes, beyond all measure.
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- by Julian Sturgis (1848 - 1904) [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 Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "Come, boy Bacchus", alternate title: "Grapes", 1904-6, published 1907, from the collection English Lyrics, Eighth Set, no. 6. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-05-09
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