Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
Four Songs
Song Cycle by Chester Duncan (1913 - 2002)
?. The land of lost content  [sung text not yet checked]
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in A Shropshire Lad, no. 40, first published 1896
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Dentro il mio cuore un vento che uccide", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
?. The End  [sung text not yet checked]
We'll to the Woods no more The laurels all are cut, The bowers are bare of bay That once the Muses wore. The year draws in the day And soon will evening shut: The laurels all are cut We'll to the woods no more. Oh, we'll no more, no more To the leafy woods away, To the high wild woods of laurel And the bowers of bay no more.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, first published 1922
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry?. Oh, when I was in love with you  [sung text not yet checked]
Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was [clean]1 and brave, And miles around the wonder grew [How]2 well did I behave. [And]3 now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around they'll say that I Am quite myself again.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in A Shropshire Lad, no. 18, first published 1896
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Walter A. Aue) , "Oh, als verliebt ich war in dich", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
1 Hagen: "sweet"
2 Hagen: "so"
3 Hagen: "But"
Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
?. With rue my heart is laden  [sung text not yet checked]
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in A Shropshire Lad, no. 54, first published 1896
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]