by Thomas Campbell (1777 - 1844)
Oh how hard it is to find
Language: English
Oh how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind; And if that one should be False, unkind, or found too late, What can we do but sigh at fate, And sing Wo's1 me — Wo's me! Love's a boundless burning waste, Where Bliss's stream we seldom taste, And still more seldom flee Suspense's thorns, Suspicion's stings; Yet somehow Love a something brings That's sweet — ev'n when we sigh Wo's me!
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Consisting of The Pleasures of Hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, Theodric, and Other Poems, Written at Different Periods from 1799 to 1827, Boston, Munroe and Francis, 1827, page 207.
1 Modern spelling would be "Woe's".Authorship
- by Thomas Campbell (1777 - 1844), "Song" [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 Charles Gounod (1818 - 1893), "Woe's me ! Woe's me !", published [1871] [voice and piano], London, Chappell [text not verified]
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