Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Content
- Acknowledgements
- Chronology
- Abbreviations
- Introduction
- Anne Hunter's life
- Anne Hunter's poetry
- 16 The sources of Anne Hunter's poetry
- 17 The earliest poems, published and manuscript
- 18 Broadsheets
- 19 Nine canzonetts … and six airs
- 20 Haydn and Salomon
- 21 Poems known only in manuscript
- 22 Poems, by Mrs John Hunter
- 23 The Sports of the Genii, by Mrs John Hunter
- 24 Welsh Airs
- 25 Late published poems
- Bibliography
- Index of titles
- Index of first lines
- General index
20 - Haydn and Salomon
from Anne Hunter's poetry
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Content
- Acknowledgements
- Chronology
- Abbreviations
- Introduction
- Anne Hunter's life
- Anne Hunter's poetry
- 16 The sources of Anne Hunter's poetry
- 17 The earliest poems, published and manuscript
- 18 Broadsheets
- 19 Nine canzonetts … and six airs
- 20 Haydn and Salomon
- 21 Poems known only in manuscript
- 22 Poems, by Mrs John Hunter
- 23 The Sports of the Genii, by Mrs John Hunter
- 24 Welsh Airs
- 25 Late published poems
- Bibliography
- Index of titles
- Index of first lines
- General index
Summary
Dr Haydn's VI Original Canzonettas
The Mermaid's Song
Now the dancing sunbeams play
On the green and glassy sea
Come, and I will lead the way
Where the pearly treasures be.
Come with me and we will go
Where the Rocks of coral grow;
Follow follow follow me.
Come behold what treasures lie
Deep below the rolling waves
Riches hid from human Eye
Dimly shine in Ocean's caves.
Ebbing tides bear no delay
Stormy winds are far away,
Follow follow follow me.
Recollection
The Season comes when first we met,
But you return no more
Why cannot I the days forget
Which time can ne'er restore.
O! days too fair, too bright to last
Are you indeed for ever past?
The fleeting Shadows of delight
In memory I trace.
In fancy stop their rapid flight
And all the past replace.
But Ah I wake to endless woes,
And tears the fading visions close.
A Pastoral Song
My Mother bids me bind my hair
With bands of rosey hue
Tye up my sleeves with ribbands rare
And lace my Bodice blue.
For why she cries sit still and weep
While others dance and play
Alas! I scarce can go or creep
While Lubin is away.
‘Tis sad to think the days are gone
When those we love were near
I sit upon this mossy stone
And sigh! when none can hear
And while I spin my Flaxen thread
And Sing my simple lay
The Village seems asleep or dead
Now Lubin is away.
Despair
The anguish of my bursting heart,
Till now my tongue hath ne'er betray'd
Despair at length reveals the smart
No time can cure no hope can aid.
My Sorrows verging to the Grave,
No more shall pain thy gentle breast.
Think Death gives freedom to the slave,
Nor mourn for me when I'm at rest.
Yet if at eve, you chance to stray
Where silent sleeps the peacefull dead,
Give to your kind compassion way,
Nor check the tears by pity shed.
When e'er the precious drop falls
I ne'er can know, I ne'er can see;
And if sad thought my fate recalls
A Sigh may rise, unheard by me.
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- The Life and Poems of Anne HunterHaydn’s Tuneful Voice, pp. 117 - 126Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2009