Thomas Campion(1567-1620) |
New releases | A Secret Love Or Two All looks be pale As by the Streams of Babylon Author of Light Beauty Is But A Painted Hell Beauty, since you so much desire Blame not my cheeks Break now, my heart, and die Come away Come away, bring thy golden theft Come let us sound with melody Come, cheerful day Faine would I wed Fair, if you expect admiring Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Her Rosie Cheekes I care not for these ladies If thou longst so much to learn It fell on a summer's day Jacke and Jone they think no ill Kind Are Her Answers Leave prolonging thy distress Lord Hay's Masque Mistress, since you so much desire Move now with measured sound My love hath vow'd My sweetest Lesbia Never love unless you can Never weather-beaten sail Now hath Flora robbed her bowers Oft have I sigh’d for him that hears me not Shall I come, sweet love, to thee? Sing a song of joy Sweet exclude Me not The cypress curtain of the night The Peaceful Western Wind 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 Turn Back You Wanton Flyer Turne all thy thoughts to eyes Vaile, love, mine eyes What is it all that men possesse When Laura smiles When to her lute Corinna sings Where are all thy beauties now? Woo her, and win her |
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