by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Friend of my soul, this goblet sip
Language: English
Friend of my soul, this goblet sip, 'Twill chase that pensive tear; 'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip, But, oh! 'tis more sincere. Like her delusive beam, 'Twill steal away thy mind: But, truer than love's dream, It leaves no sting behind. Come, twine the wreath, thy brows to shade; These flowers were culled at noon;-- Like woman's love the rose will fade, But, ah! not half so soon. For though the flower's decayed, Its fragrance is not o'er; But once when love's betrayed, Its sweet life blooms no more.
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Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Anacreontique", appears in The Poetical Works of the late Thomas Little, Esq., first published 1801 [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 James Hewitt (1770 - 1827), "Friend of my soul", published 1808 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Theodore C. May , "Friend of my soul" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Sydney Owenson, Lady Morgan (1781? - 1859), "Friend of my soul", published c1807-11 [ vocal duet with piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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Word count: 91