See Nature, rejoicing, has shown us the way,
With innocent revels to welcome the day.
The tuneful grove, and talking rill,
The laughing vale, the replying hill,
With charming harmony unite,
The happy season to invite.
What the Graces require,
And the Muses inspire,
Is at once our delight and our duty to pay.
Thus Nature, rejoicing, has shown us the way,
With innocent revels to welcome the day.
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
Sound The Trumpet
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
Here The Deities Approve
Strike The Viol
Fly Bold Rebellion
Strike The Viol
The Honour Of a Jubilee