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"Before everything but the republic he chastely dropped his eyes" "He was the marble lover of liberty" - Les Miserables.
Enjolras is a fictional charector in Victor Hugo's Les Miserables. He is a revolutionary an defender of republican ideals.
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TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE PEOPLE'S PRESIDENT, ABRAHAM LINCOLN. Is Mournfully Inscribed This Song by a Soldier of the Republic.
ENJOLRAS THE SONG OF THE PATRIOT.
"Before everything but THE REPUBLIC he chastely dropped his eyes" "He was the marble lover of Liberty" Les Miserables
WRITTEN & COMPOSED BY EDMUNDUS SCOTUS, R.Q.S.
ARRANGED FOR THE PIANO BY GEORGE ZOELLER, 4
Published by D.P. Faulds, 223 Main Street, Louisville, Kentucky.
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ENJOLRAS, THE SONG OF THE PATRIOT. Words & Melody by Edmundus Scotus. Accompaniment by Geo. Zoller.
Voices. Andante Legato e con anim.
Who sing to me the sweetest song, They sing thy name to me, Patria, dearest! is it wrong That thou so dear should'st be? All other
Entered according to Act of Congress, A.D. 1865, by D.P. Faulds, in the Clerks Office of the District Court of KY.
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love my heart denies; Thine lifts me nearer to the skies; Thy beauty is my tireless theme; Thou art my hope, thou art my dream; I sigh, I burn, for thee, "For thee and only thee," My Native Land, For thee and only thee, For
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thee, and only thee, My Native Land, I sigh, I burn, for thee.
2. Thy loved name is the beacon fire That onward
3. If it must be that patriot pride Shall fail of
lighteth me Patria! let my soul aspire, Worthy of
victory Joyous as groom unto his bride, I come, O
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thee to be. No other's cry so makes me start; No
Death, to thee. Welcome to me thy fateful face; Welcome
other's pain so makes me smart: -- Accurst the wretch whose daring
shall be thy close embrace; Thy burning breath, thy lava
hand Profanes thy skirts, my Native Land, My battle
kiss, Shall bring to me unwanted bliss. My battle
cry shall be, "For thee, and only thee," My
cry shall be, "For God and Liberty," Thrice
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thee to be. No other's cry so makes me start; No
Death, to thee. Welcome to me thy fateful face; Welcome
other's pain so makes me smart: Accurst the wretch whose daring
shall be thy close embrace; Thy burning breath, thy lava
hand, Profanes thy skirts, my Native Land, My battle
kiss, Shall bring to me unwanted bliss. My battle
cry shall be, "For thee, and only thee," My
cry shall be, "For God and Liberty," Thrice