Lyric Poetry of Glees, Madrigals, Catches, Rounds, Canons, and Duets: As Performed in the Noblemen and Gentlemen's Catch Club, the Glee Club, the Melodists Club, the Adelphi Glee Club, and All Vocal Societies of the United KingdomR. and J. E. Taylor, 1840 - 624 страница |
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... too willing ; Can that look , that face deceive ? Can she take delight in killing ? Ah ! I die if you deceive me , Yet I will , I will , believe me . Warren's Collection , No. 20 . MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . WEELKES 6.
... too willing ; Can that look , that face deceive ? Can she take delight in killing ? Ah ! I die if you deceive me , Yet I will , I will , believe me . Warren's Collection , No. 20 . MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . WEELKES 6.
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... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . WEELKES , 1598 . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) Aн , me ! my wonted joys forsake me , And deep despair doth overtake me ; Awhile I sung , but now I weep , Thus sorrows run , when pleasures creep . I wish to ...
... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . WEELKES , 1598 . ( Alto , 2 Tenors , Bass . ) Aн , me ! my wonted joys forsake me , And deep despair doth overtake me ; Awhile I sung , but now I weep , Thus sorrows run , when pleasures creep . I wish to ...
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... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . MORLEY , 1588 . ( Novello . ) ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , Bass . ) APRIL is in my mistress ' face , And July in her eyes hath place ; Within her bosom is September , But in her heart a cold December ...
... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . MORLEY , 1588 . ( Novello . ) ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , Bass . ) APRIL is in my mistress ' face , And July in her eyes hath place ; Within her bosom is September , But in her heart a cold December ...
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... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - G . J. SKELTON . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) By Ribble's stream I'll pass my days , If wishes aught avail ; For all that mortals want or praise Is found in Ribblesdale . Here heath - clad hills ...
... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - G . J. SKELTON . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) By Ribble's stream I'll pass my days , If wishes aught avail ; For all that mortals want or praise Is found in Ribblesdale . Here heath - clad hills ...
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... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . MORLEY , 1588 . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) CLORINDA , false , adieu ! thy love torments me , Let Thyrsis have thy heart since he contents thee . Oh grief and bitter anguish , For thee unkind ...
... MADRIGAL , for 4 Voices . - T . MORLEY , 1588 . ( Soprano , Alto , Tenor , and Bass . ) CLORINDA , false , adieu ! thy love torments me , Let Thyrsis have thy heart since he contents thee . Oh grief and bitter anguish , For thee unkind ...
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Alto Anacreon Bacchus beauty Beefsteak Club beneath Bishop's Collection blest bliss bosom bower boys breath bright Callcott CANZONET CATCH Catch-book Chappell charms cheerful Cooke Cramer Cramer and Co D'Almaine D'Almaine and Co Danby dear delight doth drink eyes fair flowers gentle grief grove H. R. Bishop hail happy Hargreaves Hark haste Hawes heart heaven Horsley hour J. R. Planché Ladies lassie Linley Lonsdale lyre MADRIGAL maid MARENZIO merry Mills mirth Morley morn Muse ne'er night Novello numbers nymph o'er Parry peace pleasure rose round shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song Sopranos and Bass sorrow soul sound spring sweet T. F. Walmisley tears tell Tenors and Bass thee thine thou voice Voices.-Dr Voices.-H. R. BISHOP Voices.-JOHN Voices.-S Voices.-T. F. WALMISLEY Warren's Collection Warren's Vocal Harmony Webbe Webbe's Collection weep wind wine wing Words
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