by Augusta Mary Rachel Dobson (1872 - 1923)
The Purple Moor
Language: English
O’er the purple moor we went In the summer weather, O’er the purple moor we went Through the honied heather, Through the bracken, shoulder high, Where the brook goes singing, Paused where blue the harebells grow Just to hear them ringing. O what joy, our hears at ease, Nothing to perplex us; God seem’d smiling on the earth, Not a care could vex us.
Authorship:
- by Augusta Mary Rachel Dobson (1872 - 1923)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Augusta Mary Rachel Dobson (1872 - 1923), "The Purple Moor" [ vocal duet with piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-06-21
Line count: 12
Word count: 64