Roger Quilter - There Be None of Beauty's Daughters
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmèd
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
Roger Quilter - O, the Month of May
O, the month of May, the merry month of May So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green! O, and then did I unto my true love say "Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer's
Roger Quilter - The Time of Roses
It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses - We pluck'd them as we pass'd! That churlish season never frown'd On early
Roger Quilter - When Daffodils Begin to Peer
When daffodils begin to peer - With heigh! The doxy over the dale - Why, then comes the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale The white
Roger Quilter - Dream Valley
Memory, hither come And tune your merry notes; And while upon the wind Your music floats I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream And fish for
Roger Quilter - The Wild Flower's Song
As I wander'd the forest The green leaves among I heard a wild flower Singing a song: "I slept in the dark In the silent night I murmur'd my fears
Roger Quilter - Daybreak
To find the Western path Right thro' the Gates of Wrath I urge my way; Sweet Mercy leads me on With soft repentant moan: I see the break of day The war of
Roger Quilter - A Coronal
Violets and leaves of vine Into a frail, fair wreath We gather and entwine: A wreath for Love to wear Fragrant as his own breath To crown his brow divine All day till