The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day, Grey way whose violet signals are The trysting and the twining star. Ah star of evil! star of pain! Highhearted youth comes not again Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know The signs that mock me as I go.
Four Songs for High Voice and Piano
by Charles Wilfred Orr (1893 - 1976)
1. Bahnhofstrasse [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), "Bahnhofstrasse", written 1918, appears in Pomes Penyeach, no. 12 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Bahnhofstrasse", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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2. Requiem
Take him, earth, for cherishing . . . . . . . . . .— The rest of this text is not
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Authorship:
- by Helen Jane Waddell (1889 - 1965)
3. The time of roses [sung text not yet checked]
It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses - We pluck'd them as we [pass'd]1! [That]2 churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet: O no - the world was newly crown'd With flowers [when first we]3 met! 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses - We pluck'd them as we pass'd!
Authorship:
- by Thomas Hood (1799 - 1845), "Time of Roses", from Literary Souvenirs, first published 1827 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed., 1919.
1 Stöhr: "passed" (only here, not in stanza 3)2 Stöhr: "The"
3 Arditti: "when we"
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4. Since thou, O fondest and truest [sung text not yet checked]
Since thou, O fondest and truest, Hast loved me best and longest, And now with trust the strongest The joy of my heart renewest ; Since thou art dearer and dearer While other hearts grow colder, And ever, as love is older, More lovingly drawest nearer : Since now I see in the measure Of all my giving and taking, Thou wert my hand in the making, The sense and soul of my pleasure; The good I have ne'er repaid thee In heaven I pray be recorded, And all thy love rewarded By God, thy master that made thee.
Authorship:
- by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930), no title, appears in The Shorter Poems of Robert Bridges, first published 1890 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 226