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| veröffentlicht: | [S.l.] HNH International Ltd. 1999 Unterhaching MVD Music and Video Distribution [Vertrieb] 1999 |
| Teil von: |
Early music
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| Medientyp: | Audio |
| Beschreibung: | Enth. e. Ausw. aus "Bookes of ayres" |
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| Umfang: | 1 Compact-Disc; Beih |
| Notiz: | Come let us sound with melody Tune thy Musicke to thy hart Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton There is none, o none but you Sweet exclude mee not I care not for these ladies Though you are yoong and I am olde Fire, fire, fire, fire! What then is love but mourning? Shall I come, sweet love, to thee? Beauty, since you so much desire What is it all that men possesse? The Sypres curten of the night Jacke and Jone they think no ill It fell on a sommers daie When to her lute Corrina sings My sweetest Lesbia Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes Faire, if you expect admiring There is a garden in her face Author of light Never weather-beaten saile Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes To musicke bent is my retyred minde Thou joy'st, fond boy Turne all thy thoughts to eyes Vaile, love mine eyes Miserere my maker : (Anon.) |
| Originaltitel: | Airs |
| Sprache: | Englisch, Deutsch, Französisch |
| Teil von: |
Early music
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| Kollektion: | Verbunddaten SWB |
| Come let us sound with melody Tune thy Musicke to thy hart Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton There is none, o none but you Sweet exclude mee not I care not for these ladies Though you are yoong and I am olde Fire, fire, fire, fire! What then is love but mourning? Shall I come, sweet love, to thee? Beauty, since you so much desire What is it all that men possesse? The Sypres curten of the night Jacke and Jone they think no ill It fell on a sommers daie When to her lute Corrina sings My sweetest Lesbia Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes Faire, if you expect admiring There is a garden in her face Author of light Never weather-beaten saile Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes To musicke bent is my retyred minde Thou joy'st, fond boy Turne all thy thoughts to eyes Vaile, love mine eyes Miserere my maker : (Anon.) |