by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
The blackbird
Language: English
As I went up a woodland walk In Taunton Dene, when May was green, I heard a bird so blithely talk, The trembling sprays between, That I stood still With right good will To know what he might mean. No yellow horned honey-suckle Hath e'er distilled the sweets he spilled In one long dulcet dewy chuckle That blackbird golden billed; Ay piping plain, "Hope, hope again!" Till my heart's grief was stilled.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [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), "The blackbird", 1910-8, published 1920, from the collection English Lyrics, Eleventh Set, no. 4. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
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