Songs
Thou didst delight my eyes
(1921)
Thou didst delight my eyes
Thou didst delight my eyes:Yet who am I? nor first Nor last nor best, that durst Once dream of thee for prize; Nor this the only timeThou shalt set love to rhyme.Thou didst delight my ear: Ah! little praise; thy voice Makes other hearts rejoice, Makes all ears glad that hear; And short my joy: but yet, O song, do not forget.For what wert thou to me? How shall I say? The moon, That poured her midnight noon Upon his wrecking sea;—A sail, that for a day Has cheered the castaway.
Thou didst delight my eyes
Thou didst delight my eyes:Yet who am I? nor firstNor last nor best, that durstOnce dream of thee for prize;Nor this the only timeThou shalt set love to rhyme.Thou didst delight my ear:Ah! little praise; thy voiceMakes other hearts rejoice,Makes all ears glad that hear;And short my joy; but yet,O song, do not forget.For what were thou to me?How shall I say? The moon,That poured her midnight noonUpon his wrecking sea; -A sail, that for a dayHas cheered the castaway.
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Robert Seymour Bridges was Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life.
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Robert Seymour Bridges was Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life.
Read more here.
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Previously performed at:
- 18 Mar 2022: The Oxford Lieder Young Artist Programme Audition Recitals (Day Two - Pa...
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- 22 Oct 2018: An English Songbook: Dame Sarah Connolly & Eugene Asti
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- 28 Oct 2017: Mastercourse Concert
-
- 23 Oct 2017: Mastercourse Day One
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Thou didst delight my eyes
Thou didst delight my eyes:
Yet who am I? nor first
Nor last nor best, that durst
Once dream of thee for prize;
Nor this the only time
Thou shalt set love to rhyme.
Thou didst delight my ear:
Ah! little praise; thy voice
Makes other hearts rejoice,
Makes all ears glad that hear;
And short my joy: but yet,
O song, do not forget.
For what wert thou to me?
How shall I say? The moon,
That poured her midnight noon
Upon his wrecking sea;—
A sail, that for a day
Has cheered the castaway.
Thou didst delight my eyes
Thou didst delight my eyes:
Yet who am I? nor first
Nor last nor best, that durst
Once dream of thee for prize;
Nor this the only time
Thou shalt set love to rhyme.
Thou didst delight my ear:
Ah! little praise; thy voice
Makes other hearts rejoice,
Makes all ears glad that hear;
And short my joy; but yet,
O song, do not forget.
For what were thou to me?
How shall I say? The moon,
That poured her midnight noon
Upon his wrecking sea; -
A sail, that for a day
Has cheered the castaway.
If you would like to use our texts and translations, please click here for more information.
Composer
Poet
Robert Seymour Bridges was Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life.
Read more here.
See Full Entry
Poet
Robert Seymour Bridges was Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life.
Read more here.
See Full Entry
Sorry, no further description available.
Previously performed at:
- 18 Mar 2022: The Oxford Lieder Young Artist Programme Audition Recitals (Day Two - Pa...
- 22 Oct 2018: An English Songbook: Dame Sarah Connolly & Eugene Asti
- 28 Oct 2017: Mastercourse Concert
- 23 Oct 2017: Mastercourse Day One