Campion - Lute Songs
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Label: Naxos
Cat No: 8553380
Format: CD
Number of Discs: 1
Genre: Chamber
Contents
Works
Author of LightBeauty, since you so much desire
Come let us sound
Come you pretty false ey'd wanton
Fair, if you expect admiring
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Her Rosie Cheekes
I care not for these Ladies
It fell on a summer's day
Jacke and Jon they think no ill
Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes
My sweetest Lesbia
Never weather-beaten sail
Shall I come, sweet love, to thee?
Sweet exclude me not
The cypress curtain of the night
There is a Garden in her face
There is none, o none but you
Though you are young and I am old
Thou joy'st, fond boy
To Musicke bent is my retyred minde
Tune thy music to thy heart
Turn all thy thoughts to eyes
Vaile, love, mine eyes
What is it all that men possesse
What then is love but mourning?
When to her Lute
Artists
Steven RickardsDorothy Linell
Works
Author of LightBeauty, since you so much desire
Come let us sound
Come you pretty false ey'd wanton
Fair, if you expect admiring
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Her Rosie Cheekes
I care not for these Ladies
It fell on a summer's day
Jacke and Jon they think no ill
Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes
My sweetest Lesbia
Never weather-beaten sail
Shall I come, sweet love, to thee?
Sweet exclude me not
The cypress curtain of the night
There is a Garden in her face
There is none, o none but you
Though you are young and I am old
Thou joy'st, fond boy
To Musicke bent is my retyred minde
Tune thy music to thy heart
Turn all thy thoughts to eyes
Vaile, love, mine eyes
What is it all that men possesse
What then is love but mourning?
When to her Lute
Artists
Steven RickardsDorothy Linell
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