Tomkins - Songs of 3, 4, 5 & 6 parts (London, 1622)
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Label: Chandos - Chaconne
Cat No: CHAN0680
Format: CD
Number of Discs: 1
Genre: Vocal/Choral
Contents
Works
Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers!Cloris, when as I woo
Come, shepherds, sing with me
Fond men that do so highly prize
Fusca, in thy starry eyes
How great delight from those sweet lips I taste
It is my well-beloved's voice
Love, cease tormenting
Music divine, proceeding from above
No more will thy love importune
Oft did I marle how in thine eyes
O let me live for true love
Our hasty life away doth post
Oyez! Has any found a lad?
Phyllis, now cease to move me
Phyllis, yet see him dying
Sure, there is not god of Love!
Too much I once lamented
To the shady woods now wend we
Turn unto the Lord our God
Was ever wretch tormented
Weep no more, thou sorry Boy
When David heard
When I observe these beauty's wonderments
Woe is me that I am constrained
Artists
I FagioliniWorks
Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers!Cloris, when as I woo
Come, shepherds, sing with me
Fond men that do so highly prize
Fusca, in thy starry eyes
How great delight from those sweet lips I taste
It is my well-beloved's voice
Love, cease tormenting
Music divine, proceeding from above
No more will thy love importune
Oft did I marle how in thine eyes
O let me live for true love
Our hasty life away doth post
Oyez! Has any found a lad?
Phyllis, now cease to move me
Phyllis, yet see him dying
Sure, there is not god of Love!
Too much I once lamented
To the shady woods now wend we
Turn unto the Lord our God
Was ever wretch tormented
Weep no more, thou sorry Boy
When David heard
When I observe these beauty's wonderments
Woe is me that I am constrained
Artists
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