Music poems
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Seaward: To
© Celia Thaxter
HOW long it seems since that mild April night,
When, leaning from the window, you and I
Heard, clearly ringing from the shadowy bight,
The loons unearthly cry!
The Harpers Story
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
My pretty ladies, mid this Christmas cheer,
Loth though I am to wake a single tear
The Music-Grinders
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
There are three ways in which men take
Oneâs money from his purse,
And very hard it is to tell
Which of the three is worse;
But all of them are bad enough
To make a body curse.
"The Old Homestead"
© Eugene Field
God bless ye, Denman Thomps'n, for the good y' do our hearts,
With this music an' these memories o' youth--
God bless ye for the faculty that tops all human arts,
The good ol' Yankee faculty of Truth!
Songs Set To Music: 26.
© Matthew Prior
Some kind angel, gently flying,
Moved with pity at my pain,
Tell Corinna I am dying
Till with joy we meet again.
The Shepherd Piping To The Fishes
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
A Shepherd seeking with his Lass
To shun the Heat of Day;
Was seated on the shadow'd Grass,
Near which a flowing Stream did pass,
And Fish within it play.
A Festal Ode
© Confucius
With sounds of happiness the deer
The salsola crop in the fields.
What noble guests surround me here!
Each lute for them its music yields.
Sound, sound the lutes, or great or small.
The joy harmonious to prolong;--
The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
The Cure Of Calumette
© William Henry Drummond
An' he know more, I'm sure dan de lawyer,
an' dere's many poor habitant
Is glad for see Fader O'Hara, an' ax w'at he
t'ink of de law
By Faith With Thanksgiving
© Edith Nesbit
LOVE is no bird that nests and flies,
No rose that buds and blooms and dies,
If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun
© George MacDonald
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,
Pacing it wearily, wearily,
Twixt chapel and cell till day were done-
Wearily, wearily-
How would it fare with these hearts of ours
That need the sunshine, and smiles, and flowers?
The Witch's Daughter
© John Greenleaf Whittier
It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend beneath their load,
A Harvest Song
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
THE noon was as a crystal bowl
The red wine mantled through;
Around it like a Viking's beard
The red-gold hazes blew,
As tho' he quaffed the ruddy draught
While swift his galley flew.
, for String Quartet by Amy Lowell">Stravinsky's Three Pieces "Grotesques", for String Quartet
© Amy Lowell
First Movement
Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Palinodia
© Charles Kingsley
Ye mountains, on whose torrent-furrowed slopes,
And bare and silent brows uplift to heaven,
I envied oft the soul which fills your wastes
Of pure and stern sublime, and still expanse
Unbroken by the petty incidents
Of noisy life: Oh hear me once again!
Songs Set To Music: 10. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad?
To think and ne'er drink will make you stark mad.
