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Roger Quilter - I Arise From Dreams of Thee | Lyrics
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee And a spirit in
Roger Quilter - Tulips | Lyrics
Bright tulips, we do know You had your coming hither And fading-time does show That ye must quickly wither Your sisterhoods may stay And smile here for your hour;
Roger Quilter - Arab Love Song | Lyrics
My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's
Roger Quilter - Drink to me only with thine eyes | Lyrics
Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a
Roger Quilter - Non Nobis, Domine | Lyrics
Non Nobis, Domine! Not unto us, O Lord The praise and glory be Of any deed or word For in Thy judgement lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge and device
Roger Quilter - Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind | Lyrics
Blow, blow thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen Although thy breath be rude Heigh ho!
Roger Quilter - Come Away, Death | Lyrics
Come away, come away, death And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid My shroud of white, stuck all with yew O prepare
Roger Quilter - Come Unto These Yellow Sands | Lyrics
Come unto these yellow sands And then take hands: Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist: Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen
Roger Quilter - Hey, Ho, the Wind and the Rain | Lyrics
When that I was and a little tiny boy With hey, ho, the wind and the rain A foolish thing was but a toy For the rain it raineth every day But when I came to man's
Roger Quilter - Sigh No More, Ladies | Lyrics
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never Then sigh not so But let them go And be you
