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Author: Harold Monro (1879-1932)
Text collections / compilations [warning - not necessarily comprehensive]
Texts set to music [warning - not necessarily comprehensive]
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Note: titles are in bold and first lines are in italics.
A blue rectangle containing a language code such as ENG indicates the presence of a translation to that language. A grey rectangle such as FRE indicates a particular translation (usually one set to music) exists but is missing.
 A Sylvan Rhapsody (The fresh air moves like water round a boat) - J. Ireland
Cat's meat (No, all you cats in all the street) (from Strange Meetings) [x] C. Hand: Cat's meat
Earth's call (The fresh air moves like water round a boat) - J. Ireland
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn
(from Real Property) J. Coulthard: The nightingale
E. Bainton: The nightingale near the house
I have discovered finally to-day
(from Real Property) J. Coulthard: The silent pool
No, all you cats in all the street (from Strange Meetings) [x] C. Hand: Cat's meat
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? (from Children of Love) K. Bissell, M. Bruce, C. Hand, P. Miles, S. Oliver: Overheard on a saltmarsh
Overheard on a saltmarsh (Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?) (from Children of Love) - K. Bissell, M. Bruce, C. Hand, P. Miles, S. Oliver
Solitude (When you have tidied all things for the night) (from Strange Meetings) - A. Shepherd
The fresh air moves like water round a boat J. Ireland: Earth's call
The nightingale (Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn
) (from Real Property) - J. Coulthard
The nightingale near the house (Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn
) (from Real Property) - E. Bainton
The silent pool (I have discovered finally to-day
) (from Real Property) - J. Coulthard
The train! The twelve o'clock for paradise
(from Strange Meetings) R. Wood: Week-End
Week-End (The train! The twelve o'clock for paradise
) (from Strange Meetings) R. Wood: Week-End
When you have tidied all things for the night (from Strange Meetings) A. Shepherd: Solitude
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