American University Historic Sheet Music Collection

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Christ triumphant
A soul vainly striving in the gloam of night, A flat major
Christmas
Sweetly through the night comes the distant chime of bells, A major
Day is no more
The day is no more; The shadow is upon the earth, From "Gitanjalie" No 74.
Day is no more
The day is no more, A song for a medium voice with piano accompaniment. From Rabindranath Tagore, "Gitanjali" No. 74.
Down here
Oh! it's quiet down here, Yes, as quiet as a mouse, To Dr. W. Perrin Norris., F major
Four songs by Jessie L. Deppen
O, have you seen my wild rose, pure and white ; Twilight darkens the valley, Gold is spread on the hill ; Western winds in my garden fair, Tell me again your secret true ; Heart of an hour for ever passed away, To Mrs. Harriet T. Bunts ; To Mrs. Sam Fox ; To Miss Margaret H. Ball ; To my sister S. J. F., Poems by Fred G. Bowles.
Glory of the day was in her face
The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes, For high voice.
I found you among the roses
Once again, dear, 'tis June time and rose time, I found you among the roses, Words and Music by George B. Pitman
Ich muß wieder einmal in Grinzing sein!
Kinder, hört's mian: Weil heute Sonntag is', I muß wieder amal in Grinzing sein
Illusion
You've heard that life is but a dream of sweet illusion, E Flat Major, Valse hesitation. -- On cover., Cover art by Starmer.
In distant lands
Sweet flowers are they blooming on the jasmine tree, E flat Major
Keep the home-fires burning
They were summoned from the hillside, Keep the home-fires burning, G Major
Keep the home-fires burning
They were summoned from the hillside, Keep the home-fires burning, F Major
Kiss me again
Ah! dear one! How often I think of the past!, Mlle. Modiste, A Major, Written on the theme of "If I were on the stage" from the comic opera Mlle. Modiste.
Land of the long ago
There is a land where in our troth we plighted, F major
Little grey mother who waits all alone
The toys that brought joy to her little boy are scattered about on the floor, There's a little grey mother who waits all alone, in a chill, dreary spot that was once Home, Sweet Home.
Little grey mother who waits all alone
The toys that brought joy to her little boy are scattered about on the floor, There's a little grey mother who waits all alone, in a chill, dreary spot that was once Home, Sweet Home., Inscribed by Gladys Hurley
O sole mio
Che bella cosa 'na iurnata'e sole ; Oh! What's so fine, dear, As a day of sunshine?, Poem by G. Capurro, English version by Henry G. Chapman. Cover design by Edward B. Edwards. For Soprano in G. Lyrics in Italian and English.
Old refrain
I often think of home, dee-oo-le-ay, To my dear friend John McCormack, Sung by John McCormack, Julia Culp, Alice Nielsen, Paul Reimers, Dan Beddoe, Bernard Ferguson, Arthur Hackett, Riccardo Martin, Johannes Sembach, Vernon Stiles, Wright Symons
One fleeting hour
When the twilight of eve dims the sun's last ray And the shades of the night gather fast, Extra low ; With violin or cello obligato ; Words by Karl Fuhrmann ; Music by Dorothy Lee

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