If she but knew that I am weeping Still for her sake, That love and sorrow grow with keeping Till they must break, My heart that breaking will adore her, Be hers and die; If she might hear me once implore her, Would she not sigh? If she but knew that it would save me Her voice to hear, Saying she pitied me, forgave me, Must she forbear? If she were told that I was dying, Would she be dumb? Could she content herself with sighing? Would she not come?
Three Songs ; words by Arthur O'Shaughnessy
Song Cycle by William Henry Bell (1873 - 1946)
?. If she but knew  [sung text not yet checked]
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- by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844 - 1881), "If she but knew", appears in Songs of a Worker, first published 1881
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Following a dream  [sung text not yet checked]
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I should not follow a dream in vain, Loving, forsaking, loving again, If this one loved a little more, If that one sorrowed a little longer ; If red lips holier kisses bore, If passionate hearts were stronger. I should not leave brown hair for gold, The warm and fair for the fair and cold, If one I loved ne'er loved again ; As years go by and loves grow fewer, I should not follow a dream in vain, If a beautiful woman were truer.
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- by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844 - 1881), "Following a dream", appears in Songs of a Worker, first published 1881
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. When the rose came  [sung text not yet checked]
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When the rose came, I loved the rose, And thought of none beside, Forgetting all the other flowers. And all the others died ; And morn, and noon, and sun, and showers, And all things loved the rose. Who only half returned my love, Blooming alike for those. I was the rival of a score Of loves on gaudy wing. The nightingale I would implore For pity not to sing ; Each called her his, still I was glad To wait or take my part ; I loved the rose -- who might have had The fairest lily's heart.
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- by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844 - 1881), "Song", appears in Songs of a Worker, first published 1881
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