1 | 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns | 01:31 |
2 | Loveliest of trees, the cherry now | 00:39 |
3 | THE RECRUIT: Leave your home behind, lad | 01:05 |
4 | REVEILLE: Wake: the silver dusk returning | 01:08 |
5 | Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers | 01:30 |
6 | When the lad for longing sighs | 00:36 |
7 | When smoke stood up from Ludlow | 01:16 |
8 | 'Farewell to barn and stack and tree' | 01:02 |
9 | On moonlit heath and lonesome bank | 01:23 |
10 | MARCH: The sun at noon to higher air | 01:01 |
11 | On your midnight pallet lying | 00:42 |
12 | When I watch the living meet | 00:45 |
13 | When I was one - and - twenty | 00:45 |
14 | There pass the careless people | 00:56 |
15 | Look not in my eyes, for fear | 00:50 |
16 | It nods and curtseys and recovers | 00:29 |
17 | Twice a week the winter thorough | 00:35 |
18 | Oh, when I was in love with you | 00:25 |
19 | TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG | 01:24 |
20 | Oh fair enough are sky and plain | 00:44 |
21 | BREDON HILL: In summertime on Bredon | 01:30 |
22 | The street sounds to the soldiers' tread | 00:37 |
23 | The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair | 01:08 |
24 | Say, lad, have you things to do | 00:36 |
25 | This time of year a twelvemonth past | 00:43 |
26 | Along the fields as we came by | 00:56 |
27 | 'Is my team ploughing' | 01:25 |
28 | THE WELSH MARCHES: High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam | 01:41 |
29 | THE LENT LILY: 'Tis spring; come out to ramble | 00:48 |
30 | Others, I am not the first | 00:51 |
31 | On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble | 01:07 |
32 | From far, from eve and morning | 00:34 |
33 | If truth in hearts that perish | 00:49 |
34 | THE NEW MISTRESS | 01:08 |
35 | On the idle hill of summer | 00:47 |
36 | White in the moon the long road lies | 00:51 |
37 | As through the wild green hills of Wyre | 01:39 |
38 | The winds out of the west land blow | 00:53 |
39 | 'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town | 00:39 |
40 | Into my heart an air that kills | 00:31 |
41 | In my own shire, if I was sad | 01:29 |
42 | THE MERRY GUIDE: Once in the wind of morning | 02:23 |
43 | THE IMMORTAL PART: When I meet the morning beam | 02:04 |
44 | Shot so quick, so clean an ending | 01:33 |
45 | If it chance your eye offend you | 00:27 |
46 | Bring, in this timeless grave to throw | 01:07 |
47 | THE CARPENTER'S SON: 'Here the hangman stops his cart' | 01:19 |
48 | Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle | 01:22 |
49 | Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly | 00:32 |
50 | Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun | 01:08 |
51 | Loitering with a vacant eye | 01:05 |
52 | Far in a western brookland | 00:46 |
53 | THE TRUE LOVER: The lad came to the door at night | 01:34 |
54 | With rue my heart is laden | 00:28 |
55 | Westward on the high - hilled plains | 00:45 |
56 | THE DAY OF BATTLE: 'Far I hear the bugle blow' | 00:46 |
57 | You smile upon your friend to - day | 00:24 |
58 | When I came last to Ludlow | 00:26 |
59 | THE ISLE OF PORTLAND: The star - filled seas are smooth to - night | 00:42 |
60 | Now hollow fires burn out to black | 00:26 |
61 | HUGHLEY STEEPLE: The vane on Hughley steeple | 01:03 |
62 | 'Terence, this is stupid stuff' | 02:58 |
63 | I Hoed and trenched and weeded | 00:43 |