Texts by E. Hamilton set in Art Songs and Choral Works
Texts set in art song or choral works (not necessarily comprehensive):
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- Above the white-caps, my head [x] * - J. Rudman
- A shoulder here, ankle there [x] * - J. Rudman
- Eventually, I donned the hair shirt myself [x] * - J. Rudman
- I blame you for absolutely ev'rything [x] * - J. Rudman
- If only this would end the way they say it will [x] * - J. Rudman
- Iseult sees (The future, with its troublesome noise) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult sings (A shoulder here, ankle there) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult skewers (Sometimes I wonder if you even realize what you are) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult sparks (Your wife might be the one with the white hands, but my candied fists) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult speaks (Eventually, I donned the hair shirt myself) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult speaks (This is what I know about choice) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult speaks (What we have is myth, but that doesn't make it any less true) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult's short-breathed sestina (What kind of woman am I to submit to this empty breath) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult stagnates (The birds cannot compete with my longing) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult steels (herself) (If only this would end the way they say it will) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult storms (I blame you for absolutely ev'rything) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Iseult swims (Above the white-caps, my head) - J. Rudman [x] *
- Sometimes I wonder if you even realize what you are [x] * - J. Rudman
- The birds cannot compete with my longing [x] * - J. Rudman
- The future, with its troublesome noise [x] * - J. Rudman
- This is what I know about choice [x] * - J. Rudman
- What kind of woman am I to submit to this empty breath [x] * - J. Rudman
- What we have is myth, but that doesn't make it any less true [x] * - J. Rudman
- Your wife might be the one with the white hands, but my candied fists [x] * - J. Rudman
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