Hark, each Tree its silence breaks,
The Box and Fir to talk begin.
This is the sprightly Violin,
That in the Flute distinctly speaks.
‘Twas Sympathy their list'ning Brethren drew
When to the Thracian Lyre with leafy Wings they flew.
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
Sound The Trumpet
Here The Deities Approve
Here The Deities Approve
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
Fly Bold Rebellion
Fly Bold Rebellion
The Honour Of a Jubilee