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Celtic Songs
Song Cycle by Granville Ransome Bantock, Sir (1868 - 1946)
1. Prelude
2. The shadowy woodlands  [sung text not yet checked]
Above the shadowy woodlands I hear the voice of the cuckoo, sailing like a silver skiff upon the moonflood. I hear the far-off plaint of the cuckoo sink deep through the moonshine above the shadowy woodlands. At last, in the dense shadow of the wood, the moonlight sleeps.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The shadowy woodlands", appears in The Silence of Amor: Prose Rhythms, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. At the rising of the moon  [sung text not yet checked]
At the rising of the moon I heard the falling echo of a song, down by the linn where the wild-brier hangs over the swirling foam. Ah swirling foam, ah poignant breath of the wild brier, now that I hear no haunting-sweet echo of a falling song at the rising of the moon.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "At the rising of the moon", appears in The Silence of Amor: Prose Rhythms, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Nocturne  [sung text not yet checked]
By dim, mauve and. dream-white bushes of lilac I pass to the cypress alley, and to the mere which lies breathless in the moonshine. A fish leaps, a momentary flame of fire. Then all is still again on the moonlit mere, where, breathless, it lies beyond the cypress alley. In the vague moonshine of the cypress alley I pass again, a silent shadow, by the dim, mauve and dream-white bushes of lilac.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Nocturne", appears in The Silence of Amor: Prose Rhythms, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. The Reed Player  [sung text not yet checked]
I saw one put a hollow reed to his lips. It was a forlorn, sweet air that he played, an ancient forgotten strain learned of a shepherding woman upon the hills. The Song of Songs it was that he played: and the beating of hearts was heard, and I heard sighs, and a voice like a distant bird-song rose and fell. "Play me a song of Death," I said. Then he who had the hollow reed at his lips smiled, and he played again the Song of Songs.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The Reed Player", appears in The Silence of Amor: Prose Rhythms, first published 1896
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Confirmed with The Silence of Amor: Prose Rhythms by Fiona Macleod, Portland Maine : Thomas B. Mosher, 1912, page 29. Note: this is a prose text. Line-breaks have been added.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]