William Linley
(1771 - 1835)

Linley : Hark! From yon ruined abbey walls : illustration

Hark! From yon ruined abbey walls
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From "Flights of Fancy, in six new glees", a youthful collaboration between Linley and Leftley (whom I surmise to have been his contemporary at St Paul's School). Leftley died young, in 1797, (I cannot ascertain whether this volume of glees was published posthumously) and Linley seems to have championed his memory for the rest of his own life, compiling a volume of his friend's writings together with an account of his life some twenty years later. In an age when mortality amongst the young was common, Linley appears to have experienced more bereavement than most: by the date of these glees William had recently lost his father and ten siblings (including Elizabeth, wife to Sheridan and a renowned singer, and Thomas, composer, exact contemporary and friend of Mozart, and the most promising composer lost prematurely to English music). "Flights of Fancy" is remarkable as an early example of a collection of songs with a common theme. Unfortunately, the engagement with the theme of pseudo-Shakespearean Faerie (a lifelong feature of Linley's work) reads more Whimsical than Phantastikal in the modern post-Flower Fairy world; The prototype (horribile dictu) of the Prog-Rock concept album.
Lyrics: Charles Leftley

Hark! From yon ruined abbey walls
The owl to midnight pastime calls.
Now, now we follow Mab, our fairy queen,
To sing, to dance and revel on the green.
Ye nimble lightnings run before her car,
And in her train ride every splendid star;
And you, ye spheres and everlasting choirs,
Carol sweet hymns, and sweep your living lyres.