Friday, September 11, 2009

Also an opera.

[Singing to the accompaniment of a harp]

. . . Wild as the white waves
Rushing and roaring, Heaving the wrack
High up the headland; Hoarse as the howling
Winds of the winter, When the lean wolves
Harry the hindmost, Horseman and horse
Toppled and tumbled; So at the town gate,
Stroke upon stroke, Sledging and slaying,
Swashes the sword, Shivers the shield
Of foeman and kinsman: Such was the fight!
But lustless and lank By the bower of the Lady,
Quenchèd forever, Quellèd and cold,
Cynewulf the King!
There... there don't seem to be any recordings of it.


Peculiar said...

Pretty wordy for opera, though I like it. Terry Teachout's descriptions of working on The Letter libretto indicate that much of writing an opera is saying the same thing in even fewer words. If you don't, you end up with Meistersinger.

Odious said...

It seems to have been more successful as a play. I forgot the best part, which is that she tried to write it entirely without latinates. A sort of forebear of Uncleftish Beholding.