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John Dowland : Lute Songs - First And Second Books

John Dowland : Lute Songs - First And Second Books

  • Composer: Dowland

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Contents

  • Dowland: A Shepherd in a Shade
  • Dowland: All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray'd
  • Dowland: Awake, sweet love
  • Dowland: Away with these self-loving lads
  • Dowland: Burst forth my tears
  • Dowland: Can she excuse my wrongs? (First Booke of Songes, 1597)
  • Dowland: Cleare and Cloudie sweet as Aprill showring
  • Dowland: Come again, sweet love doth now invite
  • Dowland: Come away, come, sweet love
  • Dowland: Come heavy sleep
  • Dowland: Come, ye heavy states of night
  • Dowland: Deare, if you change
  • Dowland: Die not, before thy day
  • Dowland: Dowland's Adew for Master Oliver Cromwell
  • Dowland: Faction, that ever dwells in court
  • Dowland: Fine knacks for ladies
  • Dowland: Flow my teares (Lacrimæ)
  • Dowland: Go Crystal tears
  • Dowland: Humour say what mak’st thou here
  • Dowland: I saw my Lady weepe
  • Dowland: If floods of tears
  • Dowland: If my complaints could passions move
  • Dowland: Mourne, mourne, day is with darknesse
  • Dowland: My Lord Chamberlaine his Galliard
  • Dowland: My Thoughts Are Wing'd With Hopes
  • Dowland: Now cease my wand'ring eyes
  • Dowland: Now, O now, I needs must part
  • Dowland: O sweet woods
  • Dowland: Praise blindness, eyes, for seeing is deceit
  • Dowland: Rest awhile
  • Dowland: Shall I sue?
  • Dowland: Sleep, wayward thoughts
  • Dowland: Sorrow, stay
  • Dowland: The First Booke of Songes: His golden locks time hath to silver turned
  • Dowland: Then sit thee downe, & say thy Nunc dimittis
  • Dowland: Think'st thou then by thy feigning?
  • Dowland: Time's eldest sonne
  • Dowland: Toss not my soul
  • Dowland: Unquiet thoughts
  • Dowland: When others singe Venite exultemus
  • Dowland: White as lilies was her face
  • Dowland: Whoever thinks or hopes of love
  • Dowland: Wilt thou unkind thus reave me?
  • Dowland: Woeful heart
  • Dowland: Would my conceits