"Love Songs (1998)" genre: Vocals
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	A song cycle for soprano and piano. A musical setting of love poems by Arthur Gorges, Emily Dickinson, Christina Rossetti and Philip Booth.
	CD: Music by Thomas Oboe Lee   Label: DFM. Credits: Peggo Horstmann Hodes, soprano; Calvin Herst, piano.
	Lyrics [This] Face Arthur Gorges (1557-1625) This face This tongue His wit so fair so sweet so sharp first bent then drew then hit mine eye mine ear my heart Mine eye Mine ear My heart to like to learn to love his face his tongue his wit doth lead doth teach doth move This face This tongue His wit with beams with sound with art doth blind doth charm doth knit mine eye mine ear my heart Mine eye Mine ear My heart with life with hope with skill his face his tongue his wit doth feed doth feast doth fill O face O tongue O wit with frowns with checks with smart wrong not vex not wound not mine eye mine ear my heart This eye This ear This heart shall joy shall yield shall swear his face his tongue his wit to serve to trust to fear Love Thou Art High Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Love - thou art high - I cannot climb thee - But, were it Two - Who knows but we - Taking turns - at the Chimborazo - Ducal - at last - stand up by thee - Love - thou art deep - I cannot cross thee - But, were there Two - Instead of One - Rower, and Yacht - some sovereign Summer - Who knows - but we'd reach the Sun? Love - thou art Veiled - A few - behold thee - Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die - Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee - Nicknamed by God - Eternity - A Birthday Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. Pairs Philip Booth (born, 1925) Years now, good days more than half the year, they row late afternoons out through the harbor to the bell, a couple with gray hair, an old green rowboat. Given sun, their four oars, stroke by stroke, glint wet, so far away that even in light air their upwind voices barely carry. No words translate to us on shore, more than a mile from where they pull and feather. All we hear is how, like seaducks, they seem constantly to murmur. And even after summer's gone, as they row out or home, now and again we hear, we cannot help but hear, their years of tidal laughter.

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