The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all of the joy of life, And we in the [mad]1, spring weather, We two have listened till he [sang]2 Our hearts and lips together.
Six songs , opus 43
by Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937)
1. The Nightingale has a Lyre of Gold  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903), no title, appears in A Book of Verses, first published 1888
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Parker: "glad"
2 Parker: "sung"
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2. Roumanian Song  [sung text checked 1 time]
Two birds flew into the sunset glow, And one of them was my love, I know. Ah, had it but flown to my heart, its nest! Two maidens down to the harvest go, And one of them is my own, I know. Ah, had she but come to me here, it were best! Two stars remembered the long ago -- And one of them was my heart's great woe. If it had but forgotten, and paled in the west! Two children died in the hut below, And one, my heart, to the grave doth go. Ah, had it but taken me with it to rest!
Authorship:
- by Alma Strettell (1856 - 1939), "Song"
- by Elisabeth Pauline Ottilie Luise zu Wied, Prinzessin (1843 - 1916), as Carmen Sylva, "Song"
Based on:
- a text in Romanian (Română) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
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Confirmed with The Bard of the Dimbovitza. Roumanian Folk-Songs Collected from the Peasants by Hélène Vacaresco, translated by Carmen Sylva and Alma Strettell, London, James R. Osgood, 1892, page 55.
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3. Sweetheart  [sung text checked 1 time]
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Not from the whole wide world I chose thee —
Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea!
The wide, wide world could not [inclose]1 thee,
For thou art the whole wide world to me.
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Authorship:
- by Richard Watson Gilder (1844 - 1909), "Songs"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Yale Book of American Verse, Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed., New Haven, 1912, Nbr. 219.
1 Foote: "enclose"Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]
4. The roses are dead  [sung text checked 1 time]
Subtitle: Les roses mortes
The roses are dead, And swallows are flying: White, golden, and red. The roses are dead ; Yet tenderly tread Where their petals are lying: The roses are dead, And swallows are flying.
Authorship:
- by Rosamund Marriott Watson (1860 - 1911), as Graham R. Tomson, "Les roses mortes", appears in The bird-bride: a volume of ballads and sonnets, first published 1889
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. Up to her chamber window  [sung text not yet checked]
Up to her chamber window, A slight wire trellis goes, And up this Romeo's ladder Clambers a bold white rose. I lounge in the ilex shadows, I see the lady lean, Unclasping her silken girdle, The curtain's folds between. She smiles on her white-rose lover, She reaches out her hand And helps him in at the window -- I see it [where]1 I stand! To her scarlet [lip]2 she holds him, And kisses him many a time. Ah me! it was he that won her Because he dared to climb!
Authorship:
- by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907), "Nocturne", appears in Flower and Thorn, first published 1877
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Chadwick: "when"
2 Chadwick: "lips"
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6. O love, stay by and sing
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