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# Have a Heart (Bolton, Kern and Wodehouse)/Finale Act I

Just think of it Woozy has really eloped, Poor dear old Ruddy has fled He's taking a deuce of a chance,
Think of the dance she's going to lead the man after they're wed. They used to be spliced to each other before, Marvelous nerve, the chap show. Now will they be wedded once more, Or will their life become Couleur de Rose? Goodness knows.
UNCLE & AUNT. Lizzie, Lizzie, Quick, get busy, Tell us what to do.
OWEN. (spoken.) I can't think what you're about LIZZIE. Oh, cut it out! CHORUS. Lizzie, Lizzie, say where is he? What's the good of you? AUNT his MATTHEW & OWEN. game, we must be balking, Don't let's stand here talking.
'Phone up ev'rywhere, Do something, somebody! Let's be quiet and cool. Don't stand gaping there! Can't you do anything? Oh! you poor little fool.
HENRY. Have a heart! Jimminy Christmas! Have a heart! Gee! you girls are always picking on a man If you'll kindly keep your distance, I might be of some assistance. (To Aunt.) Can that "Clara Kimball Young" stuff be a man!
Have a heart! You must go and make inquiries in the town. You won't find out where your niece is, if you pull the boy to pieces; So get in the lift, and let him take you down. They will probably have tarried at the parson's to be married, There are slips between the lips, though, and the cup. Something's happened to the elevator! Golly has it stuck? And all the time is getting later! What a rotten piece of luck. You can fix it if you try boy; Can't you start the thing on "high," boy? Was there ever such an inefficient pup? HENRY (Spoken) Going up! going up!
CHORUS We see them there Just as they used to be. A happy pair they go contentedly. The motor hums a merry bridal tune As they begin their second honeymoon without a care for what may lie before Resolved to dare. What fate may have in store. But whether it be good or ill, How ever it may chance, The sun will shine upon them still, The sunshine of romance. Whatever fate may bring, Its blows can hold no sting. As in the days when he would sing.
I see you there Just as you used to be so sweet and fair. You stand and gaze at me. I breathe your name, and find the vision has flown And I am all alone.
# Have a Heart (Bolton, Kern and Wodehouse)/I'm So Busy
## Verse 1

I've always said that the man I would wed must be one who would work all the time. One with ambition, Who'd make it his mission, to win a position sublime. One whose chief pleasure would be making a fortune for me; One who would toil all the day, Down in the market and say:

## Refrain

Lizzie, Lizzie I'm so busy, Don't know what to do. Goodby dear, I'm off to the street, Can't stop now I'm cornering wheat. I shall keep on till I'm dizzy till the deal goes through. Lizzie I'm so busy I'm making a pile for you.

## Verse 2

Don't be deceived if you've ever believed that my taste for hard labor is small. Stifle the lurking Idea that I'm shirking, I never stop working at all. I may have loafed in the past, But I am busy at last, I've found employment and I'm working away all the time.

## Refrain

Lizzie, Lizzie I'm so busy, Busy loving you. That's the job that suits me the best, Though I never get any rest. I shall keep on till I'm dizzy But I shan't get through. Lizzie I'm so busy So won't you get busy too.
# Have a Heart (Bolton, Kern and Wodehouse)/I Am All Alone
## Verse

Morning and night I find no rest from the pain That comes because I can't forget you All of the time you come to haunt me again Just as you were when first I met you,

## Refrain

I see you there Just as you used to be so sweet and fair, You stand and gaze at me. Your form is girlish in its slenderness You've got a mother's smile of tenderness. I hear your laugh, it's like an April morn. I see you weep a tiny pearl is born I breathe your name, And find the vision has flown. And I am all alone.
# Have a Heart (Bolton, Kern and Wodehouse)/It's a Sure, Sure Sign
## Verse 1

I've got a book I wouldn't lose for anything. I might let you look, but I should hold it tight. It's called "Advice to Ladies," it is full of wisdom's pearls; For instance, if you're itching in the palm, dear girls,

## Refrain

It's a sure, sure sign That you're coming into riches, If your hand, it is that itches, It's a sure, sure sign! If your ribs should make you wiggle, Then you're going to have a "tiggle." If your ears are itching someone talks about you, But if your lips are itching, oh, it's fine! By a man with scrubby whiskers, you'll be kissed upon your birthday, It's a sure, sure sign!

## Verse 2

This little verse is in the cause of temperance, For drink is a curse, that's why we put it down.
Perhaps you don't know when you've had enough, and want some more; Well, if you're juggling hard boiled eggs at half-past four,

## Refrain

It's a sure, sure sign That your brain is in a muddle, When you lie down in a puddle, Singing "Auld Lang Syne" Absolutely diabolic'ly, And breathing alcoholic'ly. At last you clamber up into your bedroom And then just as the sun begins to shine, If you wake in nine eleven when your room is six o seven, It's a sure, sure sign!

## Verse 3

Girls, if the beau who wants to make a fuss of you Should boast of his "dough," his yachts and motor cars. To find out what he really is, is easy if you're fly; For instance, if for goodnight, he just says "Bye-bye!"

## Refrain

It's a sure, sure sign He's a butcher, and he'll grip you, With his thumb and finger nip you, Saying "Lamb, plump, fine!" Then around you, he will fumble; "One and two a pound," he'll mumble. If instead of saying "Sweetheart" he says "Sweetbread," Oh! won't you take this tender heart of mine?" If when you answer yes, he goes to wrap it up in paper, It's a sure, sure sign!
# Have a Heart (Bolton, Kern and Wodehouse)/Honeymoon Inn
## Verse 1

Out beyond the far horizon, There's a place I've not set eyes on, Where a happy haven wedded lovers may win. Covered deep in honey suckles, Near a stream that laughs and chuckles. Bathed in golden sunshine, Stands the Honeymoon Inn.

## Refrain

Life's always May there, For sweethearts who stray there, Away from the bustle and din. All days are gay there And no days are gray there When you're at the Honeymoon Inn. You live on bread and cheese and kisses You know that this is the thing to do. I'd go and stay there, I'd spend ev'ry day there, If only the way there, I knew.

## Verse 2

Happy lovers there are able To hold hands beneath the table, If they're caught embracing there is no one to grin. No one pays the least attention; Kissing is a great invention Ev'rybody does it At the Honeymoon Inn.

## Refrain

Life's always May there, For sweethearts who stray there, Away from the bustle and din. All days are gay there And no days are gray there When you're at the Honeymoon Inn. You live on bread and cheese and kisses You know that this is the thing to do. I'd go and stay there, I'd spend ev'ry day there, If only the way there, I knew.
# Have a Heart (Bolton, Kern and Wodehouse)/I'm Here, Little Girls, I'm Here
## Verse 1

(Ted) Ladies, I'm here just to be good to you. (Girls) That's true. (Ted) So will you (Ted) Say if there is anything I can do. (Girls) There's one thing we'll call your attention to. (Ted) I'll correct it, if you give me the clue. (Girls) Oh you. (Ted) Rely on me. A friend and helper, I want to be. (Girls) We need, as you will no doubt, agree A lot of cheerful society. (Ted) I quite understand, Leave that to me; I'll just make a note you see. (Girls) Yes, our life is rather flat. (Ted) Let me make a note of that. (Girls) Will you help if you can? (Ted) Ladies, I'm your man. (Ted) When you want a cosy chat. (Ted) I'll drop in and comfort that. (Girls) Do! Do! (Ted) When ever you're feeling blue. (Girls) Sometimes, we feel so lonely. (Ted) As I can see. (Girls) If you would only. (Ted) Leave that to me. (Ted) I want to be good to you. Trust me! In future, I'll be near So please don't get down hearted. Bear this in mind: I'm here, little girls, I'm here.

## Verse 2

(Girls) Life, for us, is quite the reverse of gay (Ted) No play? (Girls) With all our (Girls) Jacks and Freds and Billies so far away. (Ted) I must own it does seem a trifle gray. (Girls) No amusement, think of it, all the day! (Ted) I say. If that is so, it seems to me that I'm not detrop. (Girls) We'll find you such a relief, you know, When things have started to get too slow. (Ted) Oh yes, we'll have lots of fun, although Most careful how far we go. (Girls) You're the nicest man in town. (Ted) Let me get that jotted down. (Girls) If we gave you a kiss, (Girls) Would it be a miss? (Ted) Why, I shouldn't even frown. (Ted) I want to be good to you. (Girls) Do! Do! (Ted) When ever you want me to. (Girls) Sometimes we feel deserted. (Ted) That well may be. (Girls) But if we flirted (Ted) Leave that to me. (Ted) I want to be good to you. Trust me! In future, I'll be near If you require flirtation, Just make a note: I'm here, little girls, I'm here.
# Hymn to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament

This hymn was first published in Henry Formby's Catholic Hymns, 1853.
* "Hymn to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament" in Catholic Hymns (1st ed.), 1853.
* "Hymn to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament" in Catholic Hymns (2nd ed.), 1860.
# Hymn to Liberty (Kipling)

The Hymn to Liberty is a poem written by Dionýsios Solomós in 1823 that consists of 158 stanzas, set to music by Nikolaos Mantzaros. In 1865, the first two stanzas officially became the Greek national anthem and later also that of the Republic of Cyprus. Warning: template has been deprecated.
Rudyard Kipling created this seven-stanza English translation, which was first published in the Daily Telegraph on October 17, 1918.
We knew thee of old,  Oh, divinely restored, By the light of thine eyes  And the light of thy Sword.
From the graves of our slain  Shall thy valour prevail As we greet thee again —
 Hail, Liberty! Hail!
Long time didst thou dwell  Mid the peoples that mourn, Awaiting some voice  That should bid thee return.
Ah, slow broke that day  And no man dared call, For the shadow of tyranny  Lay over all:
And we saw thee sad-eyed,  The tears on thy cheeks While thy raiment was dyed  In the blood of the Greeks.
Yet, behold now thy sons  With impetuous breath Go forth to the fight  Seeking Freedom or Death.
From the graves of our slain  Shall thy valour prevail As we greet thee again —  Hail, Liberty! Hail!
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# Hymn to Hermes (Homer)

English-language translations of Hymn to Hermes (Homer) include:
* "A Hymne to Hermes" in The Crowne of All Homers Workes (1624), translated by George Chapman
* "To Hermes" in Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns and Homerica (1920), translated by Hugh Gerard Evelyn-White
# Hymn to St. Patrick

* related authors: Patrick.
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"[St. Patrick.] This is in Easy Hymns, c. 1853, No. 14, marked as by Sister Agnes, of the Convent of Charleville, Co. Cork. Repeated in Tozer's Catholic Hymns, 1898, and many others. In the Arundel Hymns, 1902, No. 221, it is rewritten, with the loss of the original naivete." —"Hail, glorious Saint Patrick, dear Saint of our isle," by James Mearns in A Dictionary of Hymnology, (ed.) by John Julian (1892)
* "Hymn to St. Patrick‎" in The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations
* "Hail Glorious Saint Patrick (unsourced)
# Hymn to Venus

* "Hymn to Venus" in The Literary Pocket-Book for 1823 (1822) (scan needed)
* "Hymn to Venus" in La Belle Assemblée (1823) (external scan)
* "Hymn to Venus" in The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction (1828) (external scan)
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# Hymn to God, My God, In My Sickness

Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown That this is my south-west discovery, Per fretum febris, by these straits to die,
I joy, that in these straits I see my west; For, though their currents yield return to none, What shall my west hurt me? As west and east In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, So death doth touch the resurrection.
Is the Pacific Sea my home? Or are The eastern riches? Is Jerusalem? Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltar, All straits, and none but straits, are ways to them, Whether where Japhet dwelt, or Cham, or Shem.
We think that Paradise and Calvary, Christ's cross, and Adam's tree, stood in one place; Look, Lord, and find both Adams met in me; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face, May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace.
So, in his purple wrapp'd, receive me, Lord; By these his thorns, give me his other crown; And as to others' souls I preach'd thy word, Be this my text, my sermon to mine own: "Therefore that he may raise, the Lord throws down."
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Hymn to Nirvana

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Down from the depths of woe and pain to Thee I cry, Nirvana! Thy kingdom come on Earth and so in Heaven high, Nirvana! Snatch me now from evil’s claws, for my arms are sore, Nirvana! And in the yoke that bleeds the neck let me walk no more, Nirvana! My eyes are splashed with human baseness’ excrement, Nirvana! My foot is sliding in the people’s mad intent, Nirvana! Abomination strangles me, disgust insane, Nirvana! My soul is wallowing in pain, convulsive pain, Nirvana! O come and may Thy hands upon my eyelids rest, Nirvana! May thy annihilating breath satiate my breast, Nirvana! My past and future life let me remember not, Nirvana! Detach my soul from all my memory and thought, Nirvana! And drive away from me the faces mean and foul, Nirvana! Destroy the altars and the man-made gods that prowl, Nirvana! Strong men’s lives and weaklings’ deaths: may these oppressions cease, Nirvana! And May the vacant stares of desperation vanish please, Nirvana! Let the depths of woe and pain upon my bosom die, Nirvana! Thy kingdom come on Earth and so in Heaven high, Nirvana!
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# Hymn to Intellectual Beauty

* "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" in Rosalind and Helen, A Modern Eclogue (1819)
* "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" in Rosalind and Helen, A Modern Eclogue (1876), edited by Henry Buxton Forman
* "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" in The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (1914), edited by Thomas Hutchinson
# Hymn to Venus (Sappho)

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This poem is usually cataloged as Fragment 1. Older English translations are titled Hymn to Venus, but some modern translations call this poem Ode to Aphrodite
English-language translations of Ποικιλόθρον᾽ ἀθάνατ᾽ Ἀφρόδιτα include:
* "An Hymn to Venus, from the Greek of Sappho", translated by Ambrose Philips, in Pastorals, Epistles, Odes, and Other Original Poems, With Translations from Pindar, Anacreon, and Sappho (1748)
* "Hymn to Venus", translated by John Herman Merivale, in Masterpieces of Greek Literature (1902)
* "A Hymn to Venus", translated by Roby Datta, in Echoes from East and West (1909)
* "To the Queen of Love", translated by Arthur S. Way, in Sappho and the Vigil of Venus (1920)
* Several editions and translations, edited by Edwin Marion Cox, in The Poems of Sappho (1924):
** the Greek text
** "Immortal Aphrodite of the shimmering throne…", prose translation by Edwin Marion Cox
** "Shimmering-throned immortal Aphrodite…", poetic translation by Edwin Marion Cox
** "A Hymn to Venus", translated by Ambrose Philips (1741)
** "Glittering-throned undying Aphrodite…", translated by John Addington Symonds (19th cent.)
** "Splendour-throned Queen, immortal Aphrodite…", translated by Edwin Arnold (1865)
** "Beautiful-throned, immortal Aphrodite…", translated by T. W. Higginson (1871)
# Hymn to Liberty

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   The Hymn to Liberty or Hymn to Freedom (Greek: Ύμνος εις την Ελευθερίαν, Ýmnos is tin Eleftherían pronounced [ˈim.nos is tin elefˈθeri.an]) is a poem written by Dionýsios Solomós in 1823 that consists of 158 stanzas, which is used as the national anthem of Greece and Cyprus. It was set to music by Nikolaos Mantzaros, and is the longest national anthem in the world by length of text. In 1865, the first three stanzas (and later the first two) officially became the national anthem of Greece and, from 1966, also that of the Republic of Cyprus.
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English-language translations of Ύμνος εις την Ελευθερίαν include:
* "Hymn to Liberty", translated by Rudyard Kipling, 1918
* "Greek National Anthem", unknown translation
# I died for Beauty—but was scarce

* "I died for beauty, but was scarce" in Poems (1890)
* "I died for beauty, but was scarce" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# I envy Seas, whereon He rides—

I envy Seas, whereon He rides — I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey — I envy Crooked Hills
That gaze upon His journey — How easy All can see What is forbidden utterly As Heaven — unto me!
I envy Nests of Sparrows — That dot His distant Eaves — The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane — The happy — happy Leaves —
That just abroad His Window Have Summer's leave to play — The Ear Rings of Pizarro Could not obtain for me —
I envy Light — that wakes Him — And Bells — that boldly ring To tell Him it is Noon, abroad — Myself — be Noon to Him —
Yet interdict — my Blossom — And abrogate — my Bee — Lest Noon in Everlasting Night — Drop Gabriel — and Me —
# I do increase their wand'ring wits

The poem is considered by Steven May to be a "possible" work by Oxford. It appears in the Harleian manuscript (British Library) with Oxford's name attached. It is a continuation of a passage of verse by Thomas Churchyard which ends with lines spoken by Cupid about how he has conquered more people than Caesar: "And like the deer I make them fall, that overcross the land." The following lines begin with a couplet completing the words supposed to be spoken by Cupid.
"I do increase their wand'ring wits, till that I dim their sight, 'Tis I that do bereave them of their Joy and chief delight." Thus did I see this bragging Boy advance himself even then, Deriding at the wanton toys, of foolish loving men. Which when I saw for anger then my panting breast did beat, To see how he sat taunting them, upon his royal seat. O then I wisht I had been free, and cured were my wound; Me-thought I could display his arms, and coward deeds expound. But I perforce must stay my muse, full sore against my heart. For that I am a Subject wight, and lanced with his dart. But if that I achieve the fort, which I have took in charge, My Hand and Head with quivering quill, shall blaze his name at large.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# I dreaded that first Robin, so

* "In Shadow" in Poems: Second Series (1891)
* "I dreaded that first robin so" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# Head over Heels

Song from the musical Head over Heels.
[Verse]
    I stand so much upon my head
    Things are all turned around
    Looking up from the ground
    Ready to make a bound
    Now on the air I seem to tread
    At love's magic sound
    On my feet I stand instead
    Joy at last I've found.
    I feel tip-top
    For I've done a big flip-flop.
[Burthen]
    Head over heels
    I'm really head over heels
    And I seem way up in the Skies above,
    It's wonderful
    How lovely it feels
    My head with happiness reels
    I'm topsy turvy over you
    All upside down it's true.
    For now I'm just like any little girl
    Head over heels in love.
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# Head of Thy Church, Whose Spirit Fills

Head of Thy church, whose Spirit fills And flows through every faithful soul, Unites in mystic love, and seals Them one, and sanctifies the whole;
“Come, Lord,” Thy glorious Spirit cries, And souls beneath the altar groan; “Come, Lord,” the bride on earth replies, “And perfect all our souls in one.”
Pour out the promised gift on all, Answer the universal “Come!” The fullness of the Gentiles call, And take thine ancient people home.
To Thee let all the nations flow, Let all obey the Gospel word; Let all their bleeding Savior know, Filled with the glory of the Lord.
O for Thy truth and mercy’s sake The purchase of Thy passion claim! Thine heritage the Gentiles take, And cause the world to know Thy Name.
# Head of Ariadne

* Head of Ariadne from Medallion Wafers in The Literary Gazette, 1st March 1823.
* Head of Ariadne from The Vow of the Peacock and Other Poems, 1835.
# Head of Thy Church Triumphant

Head of Thy Church triumphant, We joyfully adore Thee; Till Thou appear, Thy members here Shall sing like those in glory. We lift our hearts and voices With blest anticipation, And cry aloud, and give to God The praise of our salvation.
While in affliction’s furnace, And passing through the fire, Thy love we praise, which knows our days, And ever brings us nigher. We clap our hands exulting In Thine almighty favor; The love divine which made us Thine Shall keep us Thine for ever.
Thou dost conduct Thy people Through torrents of temptation, Nor will we fear, while Thou art near, The fire of tribulation. The world with sin and Satan In vain our march opposes, Through Thee we shall break through them all, And sing the song of Moses.
By faith we see the glory To which Thou shalt restore us, The cross despise for that high prize Which Thou hast set before us. And if Thou count us worthy, We each, as dying Stephen, Shall see Thee stand at God’s right hand, To take us up to Heaven.