It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother's name was Tears, So runs it in my blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and keep In company with trees that weep. Go you and, with such glorious hues, Live with proud peacocks in green parks; On lawns as smooth as shining glass, Let every feather show its marks; Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings Before the windows of proud kings. Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain; Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind; I also love a quiet place That's green, away from all mankind; A lonely pool, and let a tree Sigh with her bosom over me.
Five Part Songs for Women's Unaccompanied Three-Part Choir , opus 112
by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)
?. The kingfisher  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The kingfisher", appears in Farewell to Poesy and Other Pieces, first published 1910?
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. The cow  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart. She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple tart. She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers.
Authorship:
- by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894), "The cow", appears in A Child's Garden of Verses, first published 1885
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First published in Magazine of Art, July 1884Researcher for this page: Barbara Miller
?. The October Redbreast  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Autumn is weary, halt, and old; Ah, but she owns the song of joy! Her colours fade, her woods are cold. Her singing-bird's a boy, a boy. In lovely Spring the birds were bent On nests, on use, on love, forsooth! Grown-up were they. This boy's content, For his is liberty, his is youth. The musical stripling sings for play Taking no thought, and virgin-glad. For duty sang those mates in May. This singing-bird's a lad, a lad.
Authorship:
- by Alice Christina Meynell (1847 - 1922), "The October Redbreast", appears in The Last Poems of Alice Meynell, first published 1923
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Quoodles  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
They haven't got no noses, The fallen sons of Eve; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes; But more than mind discloses And more than men believe. They haven't got no noses, They cannot even tell When door and darkness closes The park a Jew encloses, Where even the law of Moses Will let you steal a smell. The brilliant smell of water, The brave smell of a stone, The smell of dew and thunder, The old bones buried under, Are things in which they blunder And err, if left alone. The wind from winter forests, The scent of scentless flowers, The breath of brides' adorning, The smell of snare and warning, The smell of Sunday morning, God gave to us for ours And Quoodle here discloses All things that Quoodle can, They haven't got no noses, They haven't got no noses, And goodness only knowses The Noselessness of Man.
Authorship:
- by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874 - 1936), "The song of the dog named Quoodle"
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First published in New Witness, November 1913, revised 1915Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]