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
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
Here The Deities Approve
Bid The Virtues
Here The Deities Approve
O Solitude, My Sweetest Choice
O Solitude, My Sweetest Choice
Bid The Virtues
The Honour Of a Jubilee
The Honour Of a Jubilee
Sound The Trumpet
Fly Bold Rebellion