Sea-shell, Sea-shell, Sing me a song, oh! Please! A song of ships, and [of]1 sailormen, [And]2 parrots, and tropical trees; Of islands lost in the Spanish Main, Which no man ever may [find]3 again, Of fishes and corals under the waves, And seahorses stabled in great green caves. [Oh,]4 Sea-shell, Sea-shell, Sing of the things you know so well.
Two Lyrics by Amy Lowell
Song Cycle by Carl Engel (1883 - 1944)
?. Sea-shell  [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925), appears in A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass, first published 1912 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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1 omitted by Engel.
2 Grier: "of"
3 Grier: "see"
4 omitted by Grier.
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?. The trout  [sung text not yet checked]
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day? Do you pull the Naiads' hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt for fishes' eggs, Or watch tadpoles grow their legs? Do the little trouts have school In some deep sun-glinted pool, And in recess play at tag Round that bed of purple flag? I have tried so hard to catch you, Hours and hours I've sat to watch you; But you never will come out, Naughty little speckled trout!
- by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925), "The trout", appears in A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass, first published 1912 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]