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Liza Lehmann Album
by Liza Lehmann (1862 - 1918)
1. If thou wilt be the falling dew
Authorship:
- by Evelyn Lilian Hazeldine Carrington Martinengo-Cesaresco (1852 - 1931)
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2. Soul's blossom  [sung text not yet checked]
Thou half-unfolded flower With fragrance-laden heart, What is the secret power That doth thy petals part? What gave thee most thy hue— The sunshine or the dew? Thou wonder-wakened soul! As Dawn doth steal on Night, On thee soft Love hath stole. Thine eye, that blooms with light, What makes its charm so new— Its sunshine, or its dew?
Authorship:
- by Robert Underwood Johnson (1858 - 1937), "The Blossom Of The Soul"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Long ago in Egypt
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4. The Clock
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5. Tell me, where is fancy bred  [sung text not yet checked]
Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourishèd? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring Fancy's knell: I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell.
Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, written 1596, appears in The Merchant of Venice, Act III, Scene 2
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Victor Hugo)
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Dimmi dove nasce amore", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
6. The Rose Gardener
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7. The Billet Doux  [sung text checked 1 time]
She was a simple country maid, When William, on a brief vacation, More pleasantly the time to pass Essayed flirtation. And as they strolled in twilight dim, And near the time of parting drew, He asked her if she'd like from him A billet doux? Of French the simple maid knew naught, But, deeming it was something nice, On to a meaning quickly caught And in a trice Upwards she turned her dainty head, Her pretty lips together drew For purpose plain and coyly said "Yes, Billy, do!"
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
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