by Anne Grant (1755 - 1838)
Ffarwel Ffranses (Farewell, Frances)
Language: English
O farewell, my Frances, sweet Frances, adieu! My heart's dearest hopes are all cent'red in you; On Penmaen's proud cliff will you watch for the gales That speed from the shores of high Arvon our sails? On our dear native land when I breathe my last sighs, Once more to that cliff I will lift my sad eyes; And though my fond sorrows are lost in the air, I'll teach my sick fancy to meet with thee there! When tost on the ocean's rude billows I mourn, How often my heart to that glen will return, Where Frances, in beauty and innocence drest, First wak'd the soft anguish that swells in my breast. For thee shall my orisons rise in the dawn, On the clouds of the twilight thy form shall be drawn; And when the last sun-beam is quench'd in the sea, Still fancy shall dwell on an image of thee.
Authorship:
- by Anne Grant (1755 - 1838) [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), "Ffarwel Ffranses (Farewell, Frances)", JHW. XXXII/4 no. 328, Hob. XXXIb no. 13 [voice, violin, violoncello, and piano], note: there appear to be two versions of this setting [text verified 1 time]
Set in a modified version by Joseph Haydn.
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2011-09-19
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