Where e'er Love be, Tyrant he, Without merci; Plead as thou may, Ah me! He ne'er thy tears will see, Ah me! Ah me! Light wings hath he As any bee Let not him free, For he alone, Ah me! He alone Can rule the kingdom he Hath won, Ah me! Where e'er Love be, Tyrant he, Without merci, But hold him close, ma mie, As bishop to his see, For me, for me!
Three Songs
Song Cycle by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908)
1. Tyrant Love  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Fair Springtide  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Fair Springtide cometh once again - Stirs the sap in lonely trees To wake again the bitter joy of love - That mortal eye ne'er sees, The bitter joy of love - Why waken those who sleep so sound - Why cause again the tears to flow. Ah, Springtide thou dost touch the quick Of ev'ry creature here below. Ah Springtide! Ah Springtide! Why waken those who sleep so sound And cause the tears to flow. Yet though the tears be bitter-sweet, They come like soothing Summer rain And lo! the mournful desert heart Grows green with love-lorn pain again.
Authorship:
- by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. To the Golden Rod  [sung text checked 1 time]
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A lissome maid with towseled hair As soft as e'er a squirrel's vair, With ne'er a care, All silky fair, She sways to ev'ry wooing air. She flaunts her golden gown with grace And laughs in sturdy Autumn's face, A ray of sunshine in the race That ends with hoary winter's pace - Within my heart O, maiden fair, Old Winter's frown can ne'er efface Thy wayward grace so debonair Thou princess of a nomad race.
Authorship:
- by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 250