För sopran, alt, tenor, bas och piano, både kvartett och solosånger

Innehåll: Wake! for the sun who scatter'd into flight ; Before the phantom of false morning died ; Now the new year reviving old desires ; Iram indeed is gone with all his rose ; Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring ; Whether at Naishapur or Babylon ; Ah, not a drop that from our cups we throw ; I sometimes think that never blows so red ; A book of verses underneath the bough ; Myself when young did eagerly frequent ; Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend ; When you and I behind the veil are past ; But if the soul can fling the dust aside ; I sent my soul through the invisible ; Alas! that spring should vanish the rose ; The worldly hope men set their hearts upon ; Each morn a thousand roses brings, you say ; They say the lion and the lizard keep ; Ah, fill the cup! what boots it to repeat ; Ah, moon of my delight, that knows no wane ; As then the tulip for her morning sup

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