by Thomas Blacklock, Dr. (1721 - 1791)
Lady Randolph's complaint
Language: English
My hero! my hero! my beauteous, my brave, How proud was my soul of thy virtues and thee; Doom'd here prematurely to find a cold grave, Nor couldst thou elude what thou couldst not foresee. Of gen'rous endeavours, was this thy reward, The lord of this mansion from foes to defend? Henceforth hospitality who shall regard; What man on the friendship of man shall depend. Forgive, gracious powers, in compassion my state, Whilst, by sorrow compell'd, with reluctance I seize The only sweet moment reserv'd me by fate, The moment which renders me just what I please; My Douglas, my darling, my glory, my pride! How happy was I but to name thee my son! For thee would to heav'n a fond mother had died, Since living without thee, is living undone.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Blacklock, Dr. (1721 - 1791) [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), "Lady Randolph's complaint", Hob. XXXIa no. 127, JHW. XXXII/2 no. 127. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2013-03-28
Line count: 17
Word count: 132