Texts by V. Woolf set in Art Songs and Choral Works
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Texts set in art song or choral works (not necessarily comprehensive):
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- A Haunted House (Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting) - M. Wantenaar
- Anxiety (October, 1920) (Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss) - D. Argento
- At that instant a maid came in carrying a great dish. "Put it down - G. Bush
- Cuisine Provençale (At that instant a maid came in carrying a great dish. "Put it down) - G. Bush
- Fancy (February, 1927) (Why not invent a new kind of play; as for instance) - D. Argento
- Hardy's Funeral (January, 1928) (Yesterday we went to Hardy's funeral. What did I think of? Of Max) - D. Argento
- How beautiful they were, those old people - I mean father and - D. Argento
- Last Entry (March, 1941) (No: I intend no introspection. I mark Henry James' sentence) - D. Argento
- No: I intend no introspection. I mark Henry James' sentence - D. Argento
- Parents (December, 1940) (How beautiful they were, those old people - I mean father and) - D. Argento
- Rapture () (from The Waves) - D. Hagen [x]
- Rome (May, 1935) (Rome: tea. Tea in café. Ladies in bright coats and white hats) - D. Argento
- Rome: tea. Tea in café. Ladies in bright coats and white hats - D. Argento
- The Diary (April, 1919) (What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something . . . so) - D. Argento
- This, I thought yesterday, may be my last walk . . . the war - D. Argento
- War (June, 1940) (This, I thought yesterday, may be my last walk . . . the war) - D. Argento
- Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting - M. Wantenaar (A Haunted House)
- What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something . . . so - D. Argento
- Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss - D. Argento
- Why not invent a new kind of play; as for instance: Woman thinks. He does. Organ plays
- Why not invent a new kind of play; as for instance - D. Argento
- Yesterday we went to Hardy's funeral. What did I think of? Of Max - D. Argento
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