Sing we for love and idleness, Naught else is worth the having. Though I have been in many a land, There is naught else in living. And I would rather have my sweet, Though rose-leaves die of grieving, Than do high deeds in Hungary To pass all men's believing.
Four Songs , opus 40
by Ben Brian Weber (1916 - 1979)
?. An Immorality  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972), "An Immorality", appears in Ripostes, first published 1912
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