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Twelve songs

Song Cycle by C. H. Reed

?. Cavalier Song  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery grey,
  Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay,
  "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
  Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?
  Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "Boot and Saddle", appears in Bells and Pomegranates, in Cavalier Tunes, no. 3, first published 1842

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. Parting at morning  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "Morning", appears in Bells and Pomegranates, Volume VII, first published 1845, revised 1849

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?. Meeting at Night  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap on the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Text Authorship:

  • by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "Meeting at Night", appears in Bells and Pomegranates, Volume VII, first published 1845

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • GER German (Deutsch) (Richard Flatter) , "Nächtliche Fahrt", appears in Die Fähre, Englische Lyrik aus fünf Jahrhunderten, first published 1936

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 242
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