Roger Quilter - When Icicles Hang by the Wall

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Roger Quilter - Who Is Silvia?
Who is Silvia? what is she? That all our Swaines commend her? Holy, faire, and wise is she The heavens such grace did lend her That she might admired be Is she kinde as

Roger Quilter - To Althea, from Prison
When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my Gates; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates: When I lye tangled in her haire And fetterd to her eye; The

Roger Quilter - The Constant Lover
Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more If it prove fair weather Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover

Roger Quilter - By a Fountainside
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears: Yet slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs: List to the heavy part the music bears Woe weeps out her division when she sings

Roger Quilter - Weep You No More
Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my sun’s heavenly eyes View not your

Roger Quilter - My Life's Delight
Come, O come, my life's delight! Let me not in languor pine: Love loves no delay, thy sight The more enjoyed, the more divine O come, and take from me The pain of being

Roger Quilter - The Faithless Shepherdess
While that the sun with his beams hot Scorchèd the fruits in vale and mountain Philon, the shepherd, late forgot Sitting beside a crystal fountain In shadow of a green oak tree

Roger Quilter - Fair House of Joy
Fain would I change that note To which fond Love hath charm'd me Long, long to sing by rote Fancying that that harm'd me: Yet when this thought doth come

Roger Quilter - Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the River And the Rivers with the Ocean The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law

Roger Quilter - To Daisies
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night Has not as yet begun To make a seizure on the light Or to seal up the sun No marigolds yet closed are; No shadows great appear;