Oh, wilt thou have my hand, Dear, to lie along in thine? As a little stone in a running stream, it seems to lie and pine. Now drop the poor pale hand, Dear, unfit to plight with thine. Oh, wilt thou have my cheek, Dear, drawn closer to thine own? My cheek is white, my check is worn, by many a tear run down. Now leave a little space, Dear, lest it should wet thine own. Oh, must thou have my soul, Dear, commingled with thy soul? - Red grows the cheek, and warm the hand; the part is in the whole; Nor hands nor cheeks keep separate, when soul is joined to soul.
Six songs
Song Cycle by T. C. L. Pritchard
?. O wilt thou have my hand  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861), "Inclusions", appears in Poems, first published 1850
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. I had a dove  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet! why should you die -- Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? You lived alone in the forest tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kissed you oft and gave you white peas: Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
Authorship:
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "Song", appears in Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats, volume II, first published 1848
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 200