Author: Gwendolen Gore
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- A last longing (Oh speak, thou weary, disappointed soul
)
- A wish ('Tis that which makes my pane so sore)
- And the sun went off on his ride so free
- Aspirations (Were I the wind, how the air should be driven
) FRE
- But I will never tell you
- Come false maid, and let me kiss thee.
DUT
- Confidences (Moon, come now tell me duly
) FRE
- Desperation (I may not adore thee and yet cannot grieve thee)
- Disillusion (Who would ever have thought
)
- Dost thou mind how I beheld thee
- Flame (Come false maid, and let me kiss thee.
) DUT
- Forsaken (When I think of this my plight)
- I listen through the silence of the hours
- I may not adore thee and yet cannot grieve thee
- Magnet (The magic charm that drew me on
)
- Midsummer Night (The garish day at last is ended)
- Moon, come now tell me duly
FRE
- Moonlight music (The coach drives through the woodland)
- My secret (But I will never tell you
)
- My song (Our highest joy is voiceless ever
)
- Oh speak, thou weary, disappointed soul
- Our highest joy is voiceless ever
- Remember (Dost thou mind how I beheld thee)
- Serenade (Tell me if thou sleepest)
- Spring-Rain (I listen through the silence of the hours)
- Spring's wooing (Within the rose love sleeping lies) ITA FRE
- Tell me if thou sleepest
- The coach drives through the woodland
- The garish day at last is ended
- The magic charm that drew me on
- The star's request (And the sun went off on his ride so free
)
- 'Tis that which makes my pane so sore
- Tokens (When we two must part, as we must some day
)
- Were I the wind, how the air should be driven
FRE
- When I think of this my plight
- When we two must part, as we must some day
- Who would ever have thought
- Within the rose love sleeping lies ITA FRE
Last update: 2015-05-09 22:26:06