Parry - English Lyrics and Songs
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Label: Hyperion
Cat No: CDA67044
Format: CD
Number of Discs: 1
Genre: Vocal/Choral
Contents
Works
Parry, Charles Hubert Hastings
A faithful loverAnd yet I love her till I die
Dirge in woods
If thou would'st ease thine heart
Julia
Lay a garland on my hearse
Love is a bable, op.152 no.3
More fond than Cushan Dove
Music
Nightfall in winter
No longer mourn for me
On a time the amorous Silvy
O never say I was false of heart
Proud Maisie
She is my love beyond all thought
Sleep
Take O take those lips away
The Blackbird
The Poet's Song
The spirit of the spring
Thine eyes still shined for me
Through the Ivory Gate
To Althea from prison
To Lucasta on going to the wars
Under the greenwood tree
Weep no more sad fountains
What part of dread eternity
When comes my Gwen
Why so pale and wan?
Ye little birds that sit and sing
Artists
Stephen VarcoeClifford Benson
Works
Parry, Charles Hubert Hastings
A faithful loverAnd yet I love her till I die
Dirge in woods
If thou would'st ease thine heart
Julia
Lay a garland on my hearse
Love is a bable, op.152 no.3
More fond than Cushan Dove
Music
Nightfall in winter
No longer mourn for me
On a time the amorous Silvy
O never say I was false of heart
Proud Maisie
She is my love beyond all thought
Sleep
Take O take those lips away
The Blackbird
The Poet's Song
The spirit of the spring
Thine eyes still shined for me
Through the Ivory Gate
To Althea from prison
To Lucasta on going to the wars
Under the greenwood tree
Weep no more sad fountains
What part of dread eternity
When comes my Gwen
Why so pale and wan?
Ye little birds that sit and sing
Artists
Stephen VarcoeClifford Benson
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