Excerpt from Songs of the Field The wind blows chill, the ground is white, While darkness falls on wings of night; Around the farm house on the hill. About the
Excerpt from Songs of the Fields F one who looked from a tower for a new star, watching for years the same part of the sky, suddenly saw it (quite by chance whi
Excerpt from Songs of Field and Flood On a landscape of beauty, far and wide Not Tempe's vale more fair might be Than seemed at that hour that vale to me. Each
Excerpt from Songs and Song Writers How is this unfortunate condition to be remedied? Professional singers, with the ex ception of a few Of the greatest, like t