Published by Novello & Co., 1904.
In Benjamin Disraeli's novel, Henrietta Temple, this song is sung by Captain Armine.
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My heart is like a silent lute
Some faithless hand has thrown aside.
The chords are dumb, those tones are mute,
That once sent forth a voice of pride,
That once sent forth a voice of pride.
Yet even o'er the lute neglected
The wind of heav'n will sometimes fly,
And even thus the heart dejected
Will sometimes answer to a sigh,
The heart dejected
Will sometimes answer to a sigh!
And yet to feel another's pow'r
May grasp the prize for which I pine.
And others now may pluck the flow'r
I cherished for this heart of mine,
I cherished for this heart of mine.
No more, no more! the hand forsaking,
The lute must fall and shattered lie
In silence, and my heart thus breaking
Responds not even to a sigh,
My heart thus breaking
Responds not even to a sigh,
Responds not even to a sigh.
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