by Lascelles Abercrombie (1881 - 1938)
The Nightingale
Language: English
I through my throat the thronging melodies Delicately devising in divers moods, Let my little breath lavishly chime, Still the bestower of unstinted song. Of old to all men my evening enchantment Brings blissful ease; they, when I bind them With my thrilling sweet troubles, enthralled in their houses Lean forward, listening. Learn now my name Who cry so keenly, such quivering glee Pealing merrily, and pour such musical Ringing welcome to returning warriors.
Text Authorship:
- by Lascelles Abercrombie (1881 - 1938), "The Nightingale", subtitle: "(From the Old English riddle)" [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 Douglas Gordon Weiland (b. 1954), "The Nightingale", subtitle: "(From the Old English Riddle)", op. 69 no. 4 (2023) [ voice and piano ], from Cycle of Six Songs to Poems by the 'Dymock' Poets, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2026-02-21
Line count: 11
Word count: 74