by Robert Fergusson (1750 - 1774)
Young Damon
Language: English
Amidst a rosy bank of flowers, Young Damon mourn'd his forlorn fate; In sighs he spent his languid hours, And breath'd his woes in lonely state. Gay joy no more shall ease his mind, No wanton sports can sooth his care, Since sweet Amanda prov'd unkind, And left him full of black despair. His looks, that were as fresh as morn, Can now no longer smiles impart; His pensive soul, on sadness borne, Is rack'd and torn by Cupid's dart. Turn, fair Amanda! cheer your swain, Unshroud him from his veil of woe; Range every charm to ease the pain, That in his tortur'd breast doth grow.
Authorship:
- by Robert Fergusson (1750 - 1774) [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), "Young Damon", JHW. XXXII/1 no. 71, Hob. XXXIa no. 71. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2012-08-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 107