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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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As I went up a woodland walk
In Taunton Dene, when May was green,
I heard a bird so blithely talk,
The trembling sprays between,
That I stood still
With right good will
To know what he might mean.
No yellow horned honey-suckle
Hath e’er distilled the sweets he spilled
In one long dulcet dewy chuckle
That blackbird golden billed;
Ay piping plain,
“Hope, hope again!”
Till my heart’s grief was stilled.
Alfred Perceval Graves (1846-1931)
No 5: The Faithful Lover
She hath grown cold, whose kindness won me to her