Roger Quilter - The Constant Lover
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
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover
But the spite on 't is, no praise
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays
Had it any been but she
Had it any been but she
And that very face
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place
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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
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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
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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
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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;
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Roger Quilter - Morning Song
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow Sweet air, blow soft; mount, larks, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind
Roger Quilter - Go, Lovely Rose
Go, lovely Rose! -- Tell her, that wastes her time and me That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be Tell her that's young
