Since I met thee, I resolved to love and honor thee. Shouldst thou disdain me, Still in my heart thou 'lt ever cherished be. When first I heard thy voice enchanting And looked within thine eyes soft glancing, I thrilled with joy whene'er I felt thy presence near me : I loved thee, I loved thee !
Love's epitome
Song Cycle by Mary Elizabeth Turner Salter (1856 - 1938)
1. Since First I Met Thee  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "Since First I Met Thee"
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Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]2. In the Garden  [sung text not yet checked]
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Our in the cooling, fragrant night, Where stately lilies, shimmering white, Bring thoughts of thee, love, graceful and fair, While evening shadows lie hid in the dark of thy hair. Roses thy lips are, heartsease thine eyes, Thy voice is the nightwind, breathing soft sighs. Ah, love! thou art of all flowers Sweetest, fairest and best. Sleep on, my flower! Sweet be thy rest.
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "In the Garden"
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Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]3. She is Mine  [sung text not yet checked]
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Он, thou happy day, I greet thee ! She is mine, my heart's desire ! Love's sweet influence fills the world with magic beauty, Sweeps o'er my heart with its sacred fire. Love is like the radiant sunshine, Filling all my day with light, Love is like the silver moonbeam, Love illumes the darkest night. Ah! what joy, this dear possession! Ne'er I dreamed that it could be. She is mine, my fairest, she is mine, my dearest, Mine for all eternity ! Life is filled with sweetest promise Now my own has come to me; She is mine, my dearest, my fairest, Mine for all eternity!
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "She is Mine"
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Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]4. Dear Hand  [sung text not yet checked]
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Dear hand, close held in mine, Thy touch brings joy divine; My rest from storm and doubt, The hope I cannot live without. The tender clasp of thine Speaks from thy soul to mine Of rest from weary strife, And sweet content in life. And more, when life is done, Thy touch will lead me on
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "Dear Hand"
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Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]5. Requiem  [sung text not yet checked]
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Ah! she is gone, my love, my little love, And now the rain falls on her, where she lies. Still in my heart, in my heart shall she be warm, And feel but the love-rain falling from my eyes.
Text Authorship:
- by Mary Katharine Fuertes (1872 - 1959)
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