Yea, cast me from heights of the mountains to deeps of the ocean, Let the thunderbolt strike me, o'erwhelm me with fire or with snow! Since him whom Love's burden hath crushed, and whom Eros hath broken, Not even the swift-winged lightnings of Zeus can o'erthrow!
Five Part-songs from the Greek Anthology
Song Cycle by Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934)
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Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Alma Strettell (1856 - 1939)
Based on:
- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist [text unavailable]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2.
Language: English
Whether I find thee bright with fair, Or still as bright with raven hair; With equal grace thy tresses shine, Ah, queen, and love will dwell divine In these thy locks, on that far day, When gold or sable turns to grey!
Text Authorship:
- by Andrew Lang (1844 - 1912)
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- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist [text unavailable]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. "After many a dusty mile"
Language: English
After many a dusty mile, Wanderer, linger here awhile; Stretch your limbs in this long grass; Through these pines a wind shall pass That shall cool you with its wing. Grasshoppers shall shout and sing, While the shepherd on the hill, Near a fountain warbling still, Modulates, when noon is mute, Summer songs along his flute; Underneath a spreading tree, None so easy-limbed as he, Sheltered from the dog-star's heat. Rest; and then, on freshened feet, You shall pass the forest through. It is Pan that counsels you.
Text Authorship:
- by Edmund William Gosse (1849 - 1928)
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- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist [text unavailable]
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Language: English
It's oh! to be a wild wind - when my lady's in the sun, She'd just unbind her neckerchief, and take me breathing in. It's oh! to be a red rose - just a faintly blushing one, So she'd pull me with her hand and to her snowy breast I'd win.
Text Authorship:
- by William Money Hardinge (1854 - 1916)
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- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist [text unavailable]
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Language: English
Feasting I watch with westward-looking eye The flashing constellations' pageantry. Solemn and splendid; then anon I wreathe My hair, and warbling to my harp I breathe My full heart forth, and know the heav'ns look down Pleased, for they also have their Lyre and Crown.
Text Authorship:
- by Richard Garnett (1835 - 1906)
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- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Marcus Argentarius (flourished 1st century BCE) [text unavailable]
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 270