Thomas Campion(1567-1620) |
New releases | All looks be pale As by the Streams of Babylon Author of Light Beauty, since you so much desire Blame not my cheeks Break now, my heart, and die Come away Come let us sound with melody Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton Come, cheerful day Courante ['I care not for these ladies'] Faine would I wed Fair, if you expect admiring Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Give Beauty all her Right Harke all your ladies Her Rosie Cheekes I care not for these ladies It fell on a summer's day Jacke and Jone they think no ill Leave prolonging thy distress Lord Hay's Masque Mistress, since you so much desire Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes Move now with measured sound Mr Confess's Coranto My love hath vow'd My sweetest Lesbia Never weather-beaten sail Now hath Flora robbed her bowers O Deare that I with thee might live Oft have I sigh’d for him that hears me not Second Dance of the Lords' Masque Shall I come, sweet love, to thee? So parted you Sweet exclude Me not The cypress curtain of the night The Peaceful Western Wind The Sypres Garden of the Night There is a Garden in her face There is none, O none but you Thou joy'st, fond boy Though you are young and I am old To Musicke bent is my retyred minde Tune thy music to thy heart Turne all thy thoughts to eyes Vaile, love, mine eyes What is it all that men possesse When to her lute Corinna sings Woo her, and win her |
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