 Discs:1Barcode:0722056254823Length:68 minutesMedium:CD (download also available) | Lute Songs
Campion: | Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! I care not for these ladies | Corkine: | Beauty sat bathing Tis true, tis day | Ferrabosco, A II: | Come, my Celia Like Hermit Poor So so, leave off this last lamenting kisse | Ford, T: | Faire, sweet, cruell Go, passions, to the cruel fair Not full twelve years | Jones, Robert: | Whither runneth my sweet hart Come sorrows | Morley: | A painted tale Thirsis and Milla With my love my life was nestled I saw my lady weeping Who is it that this dark night Can I forget what reasons force Absence, hear thou my protestation Come sorrow, come | Pilkington: | Aye mee, she frownes | Rosseter: | When Laura smiles What then is love but mourning? |
(also available to download from $10.50) Usually despatched in 2 - 3 working days. (Available now to download.) Alfonso Ferrabosco II: Come my Celia Come my Celia
Alfonso Ferrabosco II: Like hermit poorLike hermit poor Alfonso Ferrabosco II: So, so, leave off this last lamenting kisseSo, so, leave off this last lamenting kisse Thomas Campion: Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burneFire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne Thomas Campion: I care not for these LadiesI care not for these ladies Thomas Morley: A painted taleA painted tale Thomas Morley: Thirsis and MillaThirsis and Milla Thomas Morley: With my love my life was nestledWith my love my life was nestled Thomas Morley: I saw my lady weepingI saw my lady weeping William Corkine: Beauty sat bathingBeauty sat bathing William Corkine: Tis true, tis dayTis true, tis day Thomas Morley: Who is it that this darke nightWho is it that this darke night Thomas Morley: Can I forget what reason’s forceCan I forget what reason’s force Thomas Ford: Musicke of Sundrie KindesFair, sweeet, cruell Thomas Ford: Goe passions to the cruell faireGoe passions to the cruell faire Thomas Ford: Not full twelve yearsNot full twelve years Robert Jones II: Whither runneth my sweet hartWhither runneth my sweet hart Robert Jones II: Come sorrowsCome sorrows Francis Pilkington: Aye mee, she frownesAye mee, she frownes Thomas Morley: Absence, hear thou my protestationAbsence, hear thou my protestation Thomas Morley: Come, sorrow, comeCome, sorrow, come Philip Rosseter: When Laura smilesWhen Laura smiles Philip Rosseter: What then is love but mourningWhat then is love but mourning |
