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See Terms & Conditions for p&p rates. | |  | Flora gave me fairest flowers21 madrigals of the English Renaissance
Bennet: | Round about in a fair ring | Byrd: | Though Amaryllis dance in green The sweet and merry month of May Lullaby, my sweet little baby | East, M: | Quick, quick, away, dispatch! | Farmer: | A little pretty bonny lass | Gibbons, O: | Dainty fine bird The Silver Swan | Morley: | Now is the month of maying My bonny lass she smileth Fyre! Fyre | Ramsey, R: | Sleep, fleshy birth | Tomkins: | Too much I once lamented Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers! | Weelkes: | Hark, all ye lovely saints above Ha ha! This world doth pass Death hath deprived me | Wilbye: | Weep, weep, mine eyes Flora gave me fairest flowers Draw on, sweet night Adieu, sweet Amaryllis |
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| |  | Thomas Tomkins - Music DivineSongs
Tomkins: | Music divine, proceeding from above To the shady woods now wend we O let me live for true love See, see the shepherds' Queen Phyllis, yet see him dying When I observe those beauty's wonderments Too much I once lamented Fond men that do so highly prize Oyez! Has any found a lad? Weep no more, thou sorry Boy Oft did I marle how in thine eyes Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers! Our hasty life away doth post Come, shepherds, sing with me How great delight from those sweet lips I taste No more I will thy love importune Phyllis, now cease to move me Sure, there is no god of Love! Fusca, in thy starry eyes Cloris, when as I woo Woe is me that I am constrained Turn unto the Lord our God It is my well-beloved's voice When David Heard Love, cease tormenting Was ever wretch tormented |
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| |  | English Madrigals (a cappella)
Bateson: | Those sweet delightful lilies Phyllis, farewell | Byrd: | Come to me, grief, for ever Come, woeful Orpheus | Farmer: | Fair Phyllis I saw | Morley: | Now is the month of maying Farewell, disdainful | Pilkington: | Why should I grieve? Sweet Phyllida | Tomkins: | Phyllis, now cease to move me Too much I once lamented | Weelkes: | The nightingale, the organ of delight Hark, all ye lovely saints above | Wilbye: | Weep, weep, mine eyes I fall, I fall, O stay me (1st Part) And though my love abounding (2nd Part) Adieu, sweet Amaryllis |
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| |  | Thomas Tomkins: Songs of 4, 5 & 6 Parts
Tomkins: | The Fauns and Satyrs tripping Phyllis, now cease to move me Phyllis, yet see him dying Come, shepherds, sing with me To the shady woods now wend we See, see the shepherds' Queen O let me live for true love O let me die for true love Oyez! Has any found a lad? Weep no more, thou sorry Boy Yet again, as soon revived Was ever wretch tormented Music divine, proceeding from above It is my well-beloved's voice Cloris, when as I woo Too much I once lamented Woe is me that I am constrained Turn unto the Lord our God When David Heard Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers! Fusca, in thy starry eyes When I observe those beauty's wonderments Oft did I marle how in thine eyes |
Tomkins Vocal Ensemble (Budapest), János Dobra | | | Usually despatched in 4 - 5 working days. |
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