by William Blake (1757 - 1827)
Thou hast a lap full of seed
Language: English
Thou hast a lap full of seed, And this is a fine country, Why dost thou not cast thy seed, And live in it merrily? Shall I cast it on the sand And turn it into fruitful land? For on no other ground Can I sow my seed, Without tearing up Some stinking weed.
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Thou hast a lap full of seed", appears in Poems from the Rossetti Manuscript [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 Felix Werder (b. 1922), "Thou hast a lap full of seed", 1961-2 [soprano and piano], from From the Blake Collection, op. 42 and op. 50, no. 7. [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-02-03
Line count: 10
Word count: 54