The Moonlight Sonata: And Other VersesG.P. Putnam's sons, 1910 - 172 psl. |
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BALLADE Battle of Fontenoy beauty birds brave breath breeze bright BRUNELLESCHI charm cheer chimes clouds coming dance deep dreams e'en e'er earth echoes ENVOY ev'ry eyes fair fancy Fate fear flowers foes force Fortune fragrant GIUSEPPE VERDI glad glory glow GOUNOD grace Hail hear hope hour Irish Brigade Jericho King laughing Les Trois Mousquetaires long ago lotus-flower Lurlei MADAME BEAUMONDE magic Marshal Saxe merry mighty Moonlight Sonata naught ne'er Neath moon never O'er land once passing past Pipes of Pan play praise price of Tamerlane ring Rommany Rye Rondeau rushes sang secrets shadows shining sing The song SIR MISANTHROPE skirts of Chance sleeping smile snow soft soul sound spell Star of Bethlehem stars storm strong sunlight sure sway sweet swing tears thee thou thought touch of grace voice whisper wild Willamina wind wondrous words youth
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