O dainty Pansy! hooded all in blue, With chastely folding cloak of green, A maid whom Eros never knew, Nor Love has Seen! I yet must fancy, scarce dreamt by thee That 'neath thy most discreetest thought There lurks a will which may be taught By Love - and me!
From an old garden (six songs) , opus 26
by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908)
1. The pansy  [sung text not yet checked]
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- by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland (1857 - 1945), "The pansy"
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Linda Godry) , "Das Veilchen", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
2. The myrtle  [sung text checked 1 time]
Its clinging, mournful leaves, I said, Seem made to thatch a grave; Around the roots of cypress trees, Too deep in gloom for sun or breeze, It lives to mourn the dead! But when I kissed her name, I saw, Above the dear, dead maid, A starry flower of tender blue, A bit of heaven, shining through The leaves upon her grave!
Authorship:
- by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland (1857 - 1945), "The myrtle"
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- GER German (Deutsch) (Linda Godry) , "Die Myrte", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
3. The clover  [sung text not yet checked]
O ruddy Lover! O brave red Clover! Didst think to win her Thou dost adore? She will not love thee, She looks above thee, The Daisy's gold doth move her more. If gold can win her, So leave the Sinner, And sigh no more!
Authorship:
- by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland (1857 - 1945), "The clover"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Lidy van Noordenburg) , "De klaver", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Linda Godry) , "Der Rotklee", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
4. The yellow daisy  [sung text not yet checked]
What's his heart Sweetheart, Sweetheart! What's his heart? Very often I've been told Of his yellow shining gold But the gold's the smallest part Of love, Sweetheart, Sweetheart! Of a happy love, Sweetheart! Is it true, my dear, is it true That his heart's a rusty brown? Nay my sweetheart do not frown, Better know it's brown and sere, Now than when too late, My dear, my dear When too late, My dear!
Authorship:
- by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland (1857 - 1945), "The yellow daisy"
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- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Lidy van Noordenburg) , "De gele margriet", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Linda Godry) , "Der Sonnenhut", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
5. The blue‑bell  [sung text checked 1 time]
In love she fell, My shy Bluebell, With a strolling Bumble Bee; He whispered low, "I love you so! Sweet, give your heart to me! I love but you, And I'll be true, O give me your heart, your heart, I pray!" She bent her head, "I will!" she said, When lo! he flew away.
Authorship:
- by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland (1857 - 1945), "The blue-bell"
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- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Lidy van Noordenburg) , "De boshyacinth", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
6. The mignonette  [sung text not yet checked]
A dame of high degree Is she, is she, The gentle Migninette, And at her side, In honest pride, Stands my sweet Bouncing Bet. Her kerchief folded neat, And sweet, Her bodice rosy-red, My heart she holds, In its soft folds, And yet--we do not wed! For once I raised mine eye Too high I loved fair Mignonette! She never knew, She thought me true To humble Bouncing Bet. Sweet hopeless Love, if wise Soon dies And "here's a maid," I said, "She's lovely fair, And waits, I swear" And yet I do not wed!
Authorship:
- by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland (1857 - 1945)
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