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
Here The Deities Approve
Here The Deities Approve
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Bid The Virtues
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Bid The Virtues
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Wake, Wake, Quivera (The Indian Queen)
Wake, Wake, Quivera (The Indian Queen)
These Are The Sacred Charms