Was it worth while to forego our wings
To gain these dextrous hands ?
Truly they fashion us wonderful things
As the fancy of man demands.
But - to fly! to sail through the lucid air
From crest to violet crest
Of these great grey mountains, quartz-veined and bare,
Where the white clouds gather and rest.
Even to flutter from flower to flower,—
To skim the tops of the trees,—
In the roseate light of a sun-setting hour
To drift on a sea-going breeze.
Ay, the hands have marvellous skill
To create us curious things,—
Baubles, playthings, weapons to kill, -
But—I would we had chosen wings!
Wings by Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
"Dreams of a New Day", a Landmark Recording Project from Cedille
“Dreams of a New Day”, a Landmark Recording Project from Cedille
Cedille CDR 90000 200
I have always made my admiration clear regarding Chicago based Cedille Records. They release quality recordings of unusual but intelligent choices of repertoire. This recording continues that formula but here achieves what is likely to be seen as a landmark anthology (or at least sampling) of Art Song by Black Composers. It speaks on many levels, as poetry, as music, as a…
Every curve of that beauty is known to me,
Every tint of that delicate roseleaf skin,
And these are printed on every atom of me,
Burnt in on every fibre until I die.
Memory, from Laurence Hope’s “The Garden of Kama”, 1901.
another old piece I never properly recorded, eh well this isn’t a perfect recording anyway :/
Music by me, words are by Adela Florence Nicolson
The time of our Trysting!
Oh, come, unresisting,
Lovely, expectant, on tentative feet.
Shadow shall cover us,
Roses bend over us,
Making a bride chamber, sacred and sweet.
We know not Life’s reason,
The length of its season,
Know not if they know, the great Ones above.
We none of us sought it,
And few could support it,
Were it not gilt with the glamour of love.
I see your red-gold hair and know
How white the hidden skin must be,
Though sun-kissed face and fingers show
The fervour of the noon-day glow,
The keenness of the sea.
My longing fancies ebb and flow,
Still circling constant unto this;
My great desire (ah, whisper low)
To plant on thy forbidden snow
The rosebud of a kiss.
The scarlet flower would spread and grow,
Your whiteness change and flush,
Be still, my reckless heart, beat slow,
('T is but a dream that stirs thee so!)
To one transparent blush.
From Behind The Lattice by Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Nicolson)
Jungle Flower | Laurence Hope | Multi-version (Weekly and Fortnightly poetry) | Audiobook full unabridged | English Content of the video and Sections beginning time (clickable) - Chapters of the audiobook: please see First comments under this video. LibriVox volunteers bring you 13 recordings of The Jungle Flower by Laurence Hope. This was the Weekly Poetry project for November 24, 2019. ------ Laurence Hope is the pseudonym of English poet Adela Florence Nicolson. - Summary by David Lawrence This is a Librivox recording. If you want to volunteer please visit https://librivox.org/ by Priceless Audiobooks
"I shall go the way of the open sea, To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name." 💙 Adela Florence Nicolson
“I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.”
-Adela Florence Nicolson
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