by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Oh! 'tis sweet to think
Language: English
Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove, We are sure to find something blissful and dear, And that, when we're far from the lips we love, We have but to make love to the lips we are near! The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling, Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone, But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thing It can twine with itself, and make closely its own. Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove, To be sure to find something still that is dear, And to know, when far from the lips we love, We have but to make love to the lips we are near. 'Twere a shame, when flowers around us rise, To make light of the rest, if the rose isn't there; And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes, 'Twas a pity to limit one's love to a pair. Love's wing and the peacock's are nearly alike, They are both of them bright, but they're changeable too, And wherever a new beam of beauty can strike, It will tincture Love's plume with a different hue! Then, oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove, To be sure to find something still that is dear, And to know, when far from the lips we love, We have but to make love to the lips that are near.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Oh! 'tis sweet to think" [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 Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953), "Oh! 'tis sweet to think", published 1947 [ voice and piano ], from The Arnold Book of Old Songs, no. 5, London, Boosey & Hawkes [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-01-30
Line count: 24
Word count: 227