Edmund Rostand

Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, read more

Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths
Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets
Cyrano Act 5.

Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene read more

Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene
Beneath the vapor's floating scarves, the Seine
Trembles, mysterious, like a magic mirror
Cyrano Act 5.

Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.

Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.