Benjamin Britten - The Children and Sir Nameless | Lyrics
Sir Nameless, once of Athelhall, declared: "These wretched children romping in my park Trample the herbage till the soil is bared And yap and yell from early morn till dark!
Benjamin Britten - Prithee | Lyrics
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young
Benjamin Britten - Winter Words, Op. 52: 1. At Day-close in November | Lyrics
{Poem} The ten hours’ light is abating And a late bird wings across Where the pines, like waltzers waiting Give their black heads a toss Beech leaves, that
Benjamin Britten - What is more gentle than a wind in summer? | Lyrics
What is more gentle than a wind in summer? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower? What is
Benjamin Britten - On a poet's lips I slept | Lyrics
On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses But feeds on the aëreal kisses Of shapes that
Benjamin Britten - A Cradle Song | Lyrics
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright Dreaming o'er the joys of night; Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can
Benjamin Britten - Fair and fair | Lyrics
Fair and fair, and twice so fair As fair as any may be; The fairest shepherd on our green A love for any lady Fair and fair, and twice so fair As fair as any may be;
Benjamin Britten - But That Night When on My Bed I Lay | Lyrics
But that night When on my bed I lay, I was most mov'd And felt most deeply in what world I was; With unextinguish'd taper I kept watch Reading at intervals; the fear gone
Benjamin Britten - Hymn to St. Cecilia, Op. 27 | Lyrics
Like a black swan as death came on Poured forth her song in perfect calm: And by ocean's margin this innocent virgin Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer And notes
Benjamin Britten - O Waly Waly | Lyrics
The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat and carry two And both shall row My love and I O, down in the meadows the
