by Sir Alexander Boswell (1775 - 1822)
Scornfu' Nansy
Language: English
Far in the glen, whence yonder light Scarce pierces through the gloaming, I've linger'd oft till fall of night, Around the cot-house roaming: Or listen'd, while the frequent breeze Wafted the song of Nancy; While on the pool, or through the trees, The moon-beam sooth'd my fancy. 'Twas here, beneath this blooming thorn, I vow'd I'd never leave her; A wretch ne'er saw the light of morn So base that could deceive her. O Love! blest be thine artless power, That did my thoughts discover; And ever blessed be the hour She own'd me for her lover! Yes, round this thorn, the twining rose In native bloom shall flourish; And, ever while it buds and blows, 'Twill sweet remembrance nourish. Each blissful scene, when here we meet Be memory's fond treasure; And oft I'll seek this happy seat, And ponder on past pleasure.
Authorship:
- by Sir Alexander Boswell (1775 - 1822) [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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Scornfu' Nansy", JHW XXXII/3 no. 175, Hob. XXXIa no. 185. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2010-01-10
Line count: 24
Word count: 143