by Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793 - 1835)
The Greek exile
Language: English
Where is the summer with the golden sun? That festal glory hath not pass'd from earth, For me alone the laughing day is done. Where is the summer with her voice of mirth? Far in my own bright land. Where are the temples through the dim wood shining, The festal dances, and the choral strains? Where the sweet sisters of my youth, entwining The spring's first roses for their sylvan fanes? Far in my own bright land. Where are the vineyards with their joyous throngs, The red grape pressing when the foliage fades? The lyres, the wreaths, the lovely Dorian songs? And the pine forests and the olive shades? Far in my own bright land. Where the deep haunting grots, the laurel bowers, The dryad's footsteps, and the minstrel's dream? Oh! that my life were as a southern flower's! I might not languish thus by these chill streams Far from my own bright land!
Authorship:
- by Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793 - 1835) [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 Frances Arkwright (1787 - 1849), "The Greek exile", published <<1825? [ voice and piano ], from A set of six songs, no. 3, London : J. Power [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-04-24
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Word count: 154