Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? Naught see I [fixed or sure]1 in thee! I do not know thee, -- nor what deeds are thine: Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? Naught see I fixed or sure in thee! Shall I be mute, or vows with prayers combine? Ye who are blessed in loving, tell it me: Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? Naught see I permanent or sure in thee!
Songs of Love and Youth
Song Cycle by Willy B. Manson
?. Love! What wilt thou with this heart of mine? [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "Rondel", appears in The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, first published 1868
Based on:
- a text in Old French (Ancien français) by Jean Froissart (c1337 - c1410), no title, appears in Rondelés Amoureus, no. 51
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Poets and Poetry of Europe, Philadelphia: Carey & Hart, 1845, page 438.
1 Elgar: "sure or fixed"Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
?. Hence away! begone! [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Hence away, begone, begone, Carking care and melancholy! Think ye thus to govern me All my life long, as ye have done? That shall ye not, I promise ye, Reason shall have the mastery. So hence away, begone, begone, Carking care and melancholy! If ever ye return this way, With your mournful company, A curse be on ye, and the day That brings ye moping back to me! Hence away, begone, I say, Carking care and melancholy!
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "Rondel", appears in The Poets and Poems of Europe, first published 1845
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Charles, Duc d'Orléans (1394 - 1465), "Chanson XCVII"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. A birthday [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a [purple]1 sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of [silk and down]2; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and [silver]3 fleur-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love, is come to me.
Text Authorship:
- by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894), "A birthday"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Aldridge, Hall: "halcyon"
2 Parry: "purple and gold"
3 Aldridge: "tiny"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 267