Wake, wake, Quivera, our soft rest must cease,
And fly together with our Country's peace;
No more must we sleep under Plantain shade,
Which neither Heat could peirce, nor Cold invade;
Where bount'ous Nature never feels decay,
And op'ning Buds drive falling Fruits away.
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
Sound The Trumpet
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
Here The Deities Approve
Here The Deities Approve
The Honour Of a Jubilee
The Honour Of a Jubilee
Bid The Virtues
Bid The Virtues
Wake, Wake, Quivera (The Indian Queen)
Wake, Wake, Quivera (The Indian Queen)
Celia Has a Thousand Charms