High Voice and Piano

  1. Sweet Love Away [James Joyce]
  2. Vertue [George Herbert]
  3. Vesper [Henry David Thoreau]

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Vertue and Vesper audio:


In the dark pine-wood 
I would we lay, 
In deep cool shadow 
At noon of day. 

How sweet to lie there, 
Sweet to kiss, 
Where the great pine-forest 
Enaisled is! 

Thy kiss descending 
Sweeter were 
With a soft tumult 
Of thy hair. 

O unto the pine-wood 
At noon of day 
Come with me now, 
Sweet love, away.

There is a vale which none hath seen, 
Where foot of man has never been, 
Such as here lives with toil and strife, 
An anxious and a sinful life. 
There every virtue has its birth, 
Ere it descends upon the earth, 
And thither every deed returns, 
Which in the generous bosom burns. 

There love is warm, and youth is young, 
And poetry is yet unsung. 
For Virtue still adventures there, 
And freely breathes her native air. 

And ever, if you hearken well, 
You still may hear its vesper bell, 
And tread of high-souled men go by, 
Their thoughts conversing with the sky.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skie:
The dew shall weep thy fall to night;
                                    For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave
                                    And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My musick shows ye have your closes,
                                    And all must die.

Onely a sweet and vertuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
                                    Then chiefly lives.

Voice and Piano (High and Medium version)

Texts by Sara Teasdale

Plangere 2016

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VII    Like Barley Bending

VIII  Like Leaves Along the Wind

IX     Refuge

X      May Wind

XI     Child, Child

XII    Give Me Your Stars to Hold

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lovesongs vol II Med

Voice and Piano (High and Medium version)

Texts by Sara Teasdale

Plangere 2016

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I      Come, When the Pale Moon Like a Petal Floats

II    To-Night for Us

III   When I am Gone

IV   Gifts

V    My Heart is Heavy

VI   As Sleepless as the Rain

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lovesongs vol I Med

Voice and Piano
10 mins total
-Requiescat, Oscar Wilde
-Sweet Bide With Me, Eugene Field
-For Broken and Tired Am I, Archibald Lampman

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****[errata in the score: Sweet Bide With Me mm3, piano the last 8th note should only be one pitch – do not play the top note; Requiescat mm 26, piano beats 3 and 4- this half note chord should be played as written – major triad with suspended 4th – the added flat is a notation error, this should be a major chord not a minor]****


High songs = D# (just above middle C) to A (first ledger line treble staff)
Medium songs = C# (middle C one) to G (just above the staff)
Low songs = B natural (just below middle C) to F (top line treble staff)

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Leslie Fagan

Simone Osborne

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Emery 3 songs HighEmery 3 Songs Mediumemery low voice


TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

Sweet, Bide With Me

Sweet, bide with me and let my love
Be an enduring tether;
Oh, wanton not from spot to spot,
But let us dwell together.

So rest you, love, and be my love,
That my enraptured blooming
May fill your sight with tender light,
Your wings with sweet perfuming.

Or, if you will not bide with me
Upon this quiet heather,
Oh, give me wing, thou beauteous thing,
That we may soar together.

For Broken and Tired Am I

O endless sunsteeped plain,
With forests in dim blue shrouds,
And little wisps of rain,
Falling from far-off clouds:

I come from the choking air
Of passion, doubt, and strife,
With a spirit and mind laid bare
To your healing breadth of life:

O fruitful and sacred ground,
O sunlight and summer sky,
Absorb me and fold me round,
For broken and tired am I.



Sweet Bide With Me

For Broken and Tired Am I