I love the free ridge of the mountain - Webb, George J.

I love the free ridge of the mountain - Page 1

←→ navigate F fullscreen

PDF ↗

PDF von CPDL herunterladen ↗

◈ Genre / Form Partsongs

♬ Besetzung → SATB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 8

CPDL Nr. 79303

Bearbeiter David Anderson

Veröffentlicht 2024-02-28

Lizenz Personal

Schlagwörter

Pages_using_DynamicPageList3_parser_function Posted_in_February_2024 More_than_90_days_old More_than_30_days_old CPDL_793xy

¶Liedtext

LOVE AND SOLITUDE I love the free ridge of the mountain, When dawn lifts her fresh dewy eye; I love the old ash by the fountain, When noon’s summer fervours are high: And dearly I love when the gray-mantled gloaming Adown the dim valley glides slowly along, And finds me afar by the pine-forest roaming, A-list’ning the close of the gray linnet’s song. When the moon from her fleecy cloud scatters Over ocean her silvery light, And the whisper of woodlands and waters Comes soft through the silence of night— I love by the ruin’d tower lonely to linger, A-dreaming to fancy’s wild witchery given, And hear, as if swept by some seraph’s pure finger, The harp of the winds breathing accents of heaven. Yet still, ’mid sweet fancies o’erflowing, Oft bursts from my lone breast the sigh— I yearn for the sympathies glowing, When hearts to each other reply! Come, friend of my bosom! with kindred devotion, To worship with me by wild mountain and grove; O come, my Eliza, with dearer emotion, With rapture to hallow the chaste home of love!

25 Aufrufe