by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)
The little old table
Language: English
Our translations: FRE
Creak, little wood thing, creak, When I touch you with elbow or knee; That is the way you speak Of one who gave you to me! You, little table, she brought - Brought me with her own hand, As she looked at me with a thought That I did not understand. - Whoever owns it anon, And hears it, will never know What a history hangs upon This creak from long ago.
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "The Little Old Table", appears in Late Lyrics and Earlier with Many Other Verses, first published 1922 [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 (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "The little old table", op. 52 no. 4 (1953), published 1954 [ high voice, piano ], from Winter words, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Christopher Park) , "La vieille petite table", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 70