by Thomas Hood (1799 - 1845)
The Autumn is old
Language: English
The Autumn is old, The sere leaves are flying;-- He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;-- Old Age, begin sighing! The vintage is ripe, The harvest is heaping;-- But some that have sow'd Have no riches for reaping;-- Poor wretch, fall a-weeping! The year's in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning;-- Cold winter gives warning. The rivers run chill, The red sun is sinking, And I am grown old, And life is fast shrinking; Here's enow for sad thinking!
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Authorship:
- by Thomas Hood (1799 - 1845), "Autumn", appears in Friendship's Offering, first published 1826 [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 Gustav Holst (1874 - 1934), "The autumn is old", 1895, first performed 1967. [satb chorus a cappella] [text not verified]
- by Frederick James Simpson (b. 1856), "Autumn", published 1888 [TTB chorus a cappella], from Three-Part Songs [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-01-09
Line count: 20
Word count: 93