by William Smyth (1765 - 1849)
Hide not thy anguish
Language: English
Hide not thy anguish Thou must not deceive me, Thy fortunes have frown'd, And the struggle is o'er; Come then the ruin! For nothing shall grieve me, If thou are but left me, I ask for no more. Hard is the world, It will rudely reprove thee; Thy friends will retire, When the tempest is near; Now is my season, And now will I love thee, And cheer thee when none But thy Mary will cheer. Come to my arms, Thou art dearer than ever! But breathe not a whisper Of sorrow for me: Fear shall not reach me, Nor misery sever, Thy Mary is worthy Of love and of thee.
Authorship:
- by William Smyth (1765 - 1849), "Hide not thy anguish" [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 Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "Hide not thy anguish", WoO. 152 (25 irische Lieder) no. 16, G. 223 no. 16 (1810/3) [ voice, violin, violoncello, piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Georg Pertz) , "Fort mit der Täuschung"
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2004-12-11
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Word count: 111