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Liza Lehmann

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Works in catalog: 57

LIEDER · 57

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough

A widow bird

Ah, fill the Cup: -- What boots it to repeat

Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire

Ah, moon of my delight, who know'st no wane

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!

Amore mio, posa la mano sul mio cuore

And this delightful Herb

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And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass

As then the Tulip for her morning sup

Before the phantom of False morning died

Chanson de Fortunio

Charles Augustus Fortescue, Who Always Did What was Right, and so Accumulated an Immense Fortune

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

Dear sweetheart, lay your hand on my heart

Each morn a thousand Roses brings, you say

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best

Foreign children

Gedenken - Vergessen

Heav'n but the vision of fulfilled Desire

I praise the tender flower

I sent my Soul through the Invisible

I sometimes think that never blows so red

Ik prijs de bloem met tere steel

Innisfree, l'isola sul lago

Irám indeed is gone with all his Rose

It is not growing like a tree

Le Phoque blanc

Lieb Liebchen, leg's Händchen aufs Herze

Magdalen

Marching song

Musik, wenn leise Stimmen ersterben ...

My ship and I

Now the New Year reviving old Desires

Seal Lullaby

Song

Speak Roughly to Your Little Boy

Sterbelied

Strange, is it not, that of the myriads who

Tell me where is fancy bred

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

The little crocodile

The Lobster Quadrille

The Mock Turtle's Lament

The moon

The swing

The wordly hope

They say the Lion and the Lizard keep

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai

To ----

Verses from Omar

Wake! For the Sun who scatter'd into flight

Waste not your hour, nor in the vain pursuit

Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside

With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough

A widow bird

Ah, fill the Cup: -- What boots it to repeat

Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire

Ah, moon of my delight, who know'st no wane

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!

Amore mio, posa la mano sul mio cuore

And this delightful Herb

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