by James Joyce (1882 - 1941)
Of thy dark life, without a love,...
Language: English
Of thy dark life, without a love, without a friend, Here is, indeed, an end. There are no lips to kiss this foul remains of thee, O, dead Unchastity! The curse of loneliness broods silent on thee still, Doing its utmost will, And men shall cast thee justly to thy narrow tomb, A sad and bitter doom.
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Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, written 1898 [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 Aribert Reimann (b. 1936), "Of thy dark life", 1989, first performed 1991 [baritone and piano], from Shine and Dark, no. 3, Schott Music [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Peter Schoene
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-23
Line count: 8
Word count: 57